Oft a chance remark or a causal perusal of an interesting arrangement of words stokes the desire within to translate those thoughts in my head into opinions on record (P.S All opinions expressed here are subject to undecided and indiscriminate life spans. Causes of death or longevity are still unknown). So a comment by some one today about how it would be apt to name me the 'Consistent Poet' sparked a protest inside and thus here is evidence being presented in defence (and offence) that I do , thank you very much, write prose too.
Now there is a quotation by Charles Dickens which would be apt here- "A man needn't go far to find a subject, if he's ready with his salt-box"
Though there is much I wanted to say but it seems all that I am going to blabber about today is about people. There is this particular forward that I am sure has been around the globe half a dozen times by now, which has a very simple statement. It says people come into your life for a reason , season or a lifetime. The thought stayed with me and it keeps coming back to me time and again when I think about how funny life can be.
I am sure these things were always there, its just that I have now woken up to the idea that the people who I come in contact with are all for a purpose and part of that great scheme which is going to help me become who I am. I notice there is that category of people who you meet probably once or twice and that all that the connection is. But that in that short while they show you the 'reason' of being in the tapestry of your life. And there are some who stay for a while. The stay for a 'season' and when they have helped you with crossing that certain bridge or showing you that certain path or have added to you what ever that they were meant to add, they leave. The last are those who stay with you for a life time and their need and purpose is to add and be those colours in your painting.
When you reverse the thought- you yourself will be a reason or a season or lifetime for another. While others are doing for me, even I am filling a gap and playing my part out in yet another story. Our lives would then intertwine and separate with no beginning or end. The thought scares and exhilarates at the same time.
There have been people who have touched or stayed or stood with me and there have been those who have left. There are been impacts , additions and missing gaps after many of those transitions but this combination that you see is a result of all that was and is.
