Any given date is a story in itself.I am addicted to remembering dates for their impact they leave on me and on life of my loved ones. I cherished this obsession of mine by even jotting them down in one diary. Few years back, I discontinued maintaining the record in writing owing to the agony few of the dates brought to my mind while reviewing the notations. Nevertheless, my mind hardly ceases to register the important events in its subconscious database and it also keeps flashing those memos to me very timely giving me the opportunity to relive those moments. As they say, good and bad things comes in a package, sad part of following this habit is also nothing less than getting beleaguered. The way few dates brings beautiful flickers of the days bygone, similarly retracting few of them leaves the soul besieged with the struggle of balancing life amidst the current liabilities and the loss encountered. However, I still feel I am blessed to have been bestowed upon with the quality of memorizing the dates and the relevant occurrences because this is something which not only facilitates me with prospects to revive those moments close to the heart but also allocates me to strengthen my emotional quotient by appreciating those impressions, sentiments of trouncing and triumph, I came across in the former times.
Call it a day of blessings and boon
Or name it the dark night of no moon
Confused I am what should I call it
From glee to sorrow, it turned very soon
Godsend gift was placed on the palm
Thrust of joy, just did not accept calm
Only when puzzlement made me utter weird
My heart was then put to an alarm
But by then, loss had already been done
All of my plea then, had to face a shun
Am paying the price of behaving hastened
Lamenting on this self made “life-a-pun”........Alas..!!!
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