The young people on earth hate waiting. Paitence is considered a virtue with the older lot. They like to step of .. of stores, snug in their newly bought pair of jeans. Old jeans, Carelessly tucked away in the bright, new carrybag. They sit by the phones, waiting for that 'one' phone call. Boys today, don't give girls a decent amount of fime to say 'Yes'. Fast food is staple diet. In such times, love can't annoy a generation that hates waiting. Love has come calling on your door, earlier than you'd expected !!
We are such a curious lot. We like to open birthday presents even before the guests have left. We all have memories of trying to wrench open nani's softly clenched
fist, that hid shiny coins. And even wondered for years, what lay hidden
in her dented iron trunk under her bed. As children we looked up at nests far above in the canopy of trees, and wondered when the eggs will hatch. There's always been some thin nicely mysterious about the view from a crack in the door. The truth is from the day we are born we are curious. To all those curious about love, I'd say, put your mind to rest. Love is here..
(13 September, 2014)
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