"Life is the price we pay for running away from death "
































































The sky never comes crashing down. Though some feel the human race would not see the end of this century it is never too late to start (or restart!) something new. Life will go on irrespective of whether it is routine or innovative. Not everyone is ready to fly their kite when the winds of change blow. Monotony is not passe - the sun performs the same rise-burn-set routine everyday and yet is worshipped. The mountain endures rain bearing clouds and snow capped peaks all year- and yet retains its magnificence. The lake has been hiding slimy eels in its belly for ages - yet its serenity is so disquieting.
Life - nevertheless - is running out. Age is catching up like an 'Indian Taxi meter'. Time casts irreversible scars on my persona and psyche. I can choose to follow tradition and meet a conventional death. Maybe I will.. only time will tell. But for now... let me blog through my life..
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