dear life 8

dear life
it is a while that i have not written to you and was actually wondering what to write- with my feelings so mixed up and everything, and then i received yekta's sentimental writing on her blog page at thedanceoflife.blogspot.com and then decided to write to you what i felt and wished to share after reading it.
it is almost a week that he is gone and yet he lives so alive in our hearts. the house feels so empty without him around, joking, loving, and not liking the food!! and yet we feel him in each and every corner, as if he is there and we can sense him and yet we can't reach him in our world's reality.
i miss so much being hugged, called and kissed by him; i miss so much being so openly loved by him, and i wish i had made that last night call the moment i had felt missing him and wish i had not thought of tomorrow morning being a better time. who knows when is the better time? who knows where one will be the next moment?
we all miss him so much, and yet we all try to remember ourselves that there is a higher reason for his leaving us as he did at this point of time. we surely didnot want to see him suffer just so that we could keep him to ourselves.
i feel so special to have had him in my life, to be touched by his love. everyone who has known him talks of his kindness, support and generousity for all. his love is what brings us all one step closer together, and one step closer to you life.
dear life, please help us be able to feel his love and support for eternity; help us gain the love, wisdom and power to be able to share you with just love with all whom we know -whether for one moment or for all our journey here- maybe one day we too, in spite of all the shortcomings that we all surely have, could be remembered just by our kindness, as he is today. we will love him forever, and thank you life for bringing us together.

dear life 7

dear life
although you have been hard on us by taking him away, i just want to thank you for all the great friends and family you have provided us with.

dear life 6

dear life
you just left him when i was not there. you know actually there is no perfect timing for you leaving someone we dealy love. it is so hard, no matter when, no matter where. and it is so much harder when we are far away.

dear life 5

dear life
the green grass, the colourful flowers, the blue sky,the cold wind, the delicious grapes and strawberries, the smile of a baby, the playfulness of a dog in the park, the hello from a stranger, the nice email from a friend, the hug from a loved one, the kiss from a loved one ... how many thank yous do we owe you for these? thank you from my behalf.

dear life 4

dear life
why do you sometimes take things so hard on some of us that we just wish to end our relationship with you? and some even do so?

dear friend 3

dear friend
maybe after all there is some good reason behind what you call my complicated personality - a reason far beyond our understanding, a reason that like many other things may better stay a mystery. maybe what counts is not you trying to find out the reason but to accept me as who i am, with all my ups and downs. maybe then we can get along much better than ever before.
take care
yours, life.

dear life 3

dear life
why is it that you are sometimes so happy and sometimes so sad? why is it that you are sometimes so easy going and sometimes so complicated? why do you sometimes seem so nice and sometimes so unreachable? and all this with seemingly no good reason? why is your personality so complicated? why?

dear life 2

dear life
something else, actually i note this to encourage myself of what i am doing. i heard this somewhere: it is not important that what we create is complete or perfect. it wouldn't be anyway, but what is important is that it is part of who we are at a particular moment of time or era of our life. so till later.

hi dear life

hello dear life
It's so long that i have wanted to write to you, but every time for some reason i didn't. Maybe i was afraid of you not liking what i was going to write, or of exposing myself to others who might read what i tell you, or maybe i was afraid of failing to meet the expectations i have set out for myself. But then in between art works displayed in the Tate modern gallery of London, i just realized that people show their inner feelings and sensations in so many different ways and there will always be someone who related to that, so why not try it? and then i read a book entitled "the dance" in which the author wrote of writing being her way of finding herself, and so now i have started to write to you as a way to relate to you more and to find myself. so hope i can go on.