The terrace top we played in,the old verandah we drooled upon,the corridors we ran about,and the touch of our grandparents in that big lively house,are now just a memory…though happy ones,but still a memory…
This is the visaged truth of life; everything and everyone surrounding us changes…so before it changes I want to cherish these moments, little moments of love and care,which we often take for granted…
The big house is empty now,and it silently cries for the best days spent here; The laughs at the corridors,the get togethers in the verandahs,the conversations sometimes heated and sometimes pleasant at the dining room…
Because now,the house still holds firm there only the noise is gone, the remembrance of those days remains…
People mostly care about the things and time they have already lost, forgetting about the present which they are going to lose…
Therefore I would like to love the things I live for, until they fall under the compressor of Change!
#thought_of_the_day
