I was counting my blessings
But I can’t count that high
For each single moment
A million pass by
They don’t wear any labels
So sometimes I don’t see
The value of things that life brings to me
Now lets just take friendships, current and past
A union of thoughts that go on and stand fast
Or the nectar of nature that’s seen all around
With her beautiful colours and lyrical sounds
And what of my Angel who is ever so near
The blessing of which I’ll make totally clear
The greatest blessing of all
PTT
Thought to Ponder-“Life is similar to a bus ride.
The journey begins when we board the bus.
We meet people along our way of which some are strangers, some friends and some strangers yet to be friends.
There are stops at intervals and people board in.
At times some of these people make their presence felt, leave an impact through their grace and beauty on us fellow passengers while on other occasions they remain indifferent.
But then it is important for some people to make an exit, to get down and walk the paths they were destined to because if people always made an entrance and never left either for the better or worse, then we would feel suffocated and confused like those people in the bus, the purpose of the journey would lose its essence and the journey altogether would neither be worthwhile nor smooth.” Chirag Tulisani
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