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Time travel

That boy is still learning. Still getting newer philosophy of life everyday. Still learning more about the people he is surrounded by. He's taking a decision one day and the next day he's changing it. He tries to be perfectly cool about the changes he face everyday. And apparently, he is close to the accomplishment most of the time. When he was a kid he used to think . . . . Ummmm. . . actually he forgot. He always had a lot of conflicted thoughts and complaints about himself. He had several wars against himself. He lost and he won. He recovered and he got infected again. And the next day he fought back again. Recovery came back and kissed his toes. He got frustrated when he saw himself doing the same mistakes again. He thought he could never get out of misery. But later he discovered it's just a never ending ride and often the way is circular. Now he appreciates the thing that he used to blame himself for. Acceptance is often a hard task to do when it comes to a negative thing about thyself. But he learned that without acceptance he couldn't clean up the mess. From time to time he has found it very funny how life changes within a glimpse of a moment. He knows he would make a mess out of nothing again and again in the future. And he also knows he would find a remedy, one way or another. . . . .

The smile he is having now is even hard for him to understand. He is now all alone in his room, lying on the bed with his pillow, having the sight and the fragrance of a newly born morning, He is preparing his mind for the next trip to Cox's which is going to start within a couple of hours. . . And still, if you look closer, you will find that obscure laughter on his face. It does look evil. But it's intentionally good and profoundly harmless.

I wish him a happy journey :).

By the way, here's the today's lesson which is only for boys: Never wear a red brief. . . It sort of looks like a woman's underwear.


  1. Thanks Aunt.

    I have just visited your blog and read that post. I'm really excited about your meeting with Dex. I'm looking for updates and upcoming stories of the next week. I hope he is going to have a nice trip to Portland!

    Ever since I have known you deeply... A feeling always worked inside me that we would meet one day. And Dex's Portland visit gave this feeling a pace. I wish it won't take that long...

    Love you Aunt... Have a wonderful week ahead!


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