While cleaning out old papers and magazines, got a Week magazine of 2009 which had stories on Kargil war. Felt proud that our government took the right (and bold) decisions at the right time, not bending to Big Brother's pressures; proud of our soldiers who lost their limbs, lives but not their true spirit in the face of a Stinger. Felt tears brim over at the pride of their parents. When will we learn to respect our soldiers instead of silver screen idols and heroes of the pitch?
“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.
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