Wednesday, November 28, 2007

as strangers walk by

while i struggle to find a foothold on unfamiliar grounds... i wonder if this is really the road i should be walking on?
the uncertainties are everpresent and i am hoping i do not lose myself in the gathering mist.
i am hoping i find the courage to negotiate the bends and twists...
when the day is quieter and all the flurry ebbs, i sit and wonder what my place is in this huddle of strangers walking by?


P.Aravind said...
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P.Aravind said...

In the beginning all are strangers. Even the mother - at the time of birth. Then one by one they become close and one day we find there are no strangers. They are all none but mother, father, brother, sister, husband, relatives and friends. But no more strangers and that's the beauty of this world.