Knitted In Time

Love…love…love… Pervasive and ubiquitous. Albeit it’s an impeccably wonderful topic to discuss, I always find myself having second thoughts about it. Not because I am sarcastic or vindictive, it’s just that love is a very lofty word. Past and present writers of nobility haven’t even managed to explain its true worth. So how am I supposed to give justice in scrutinizing such noble word? I am frightened that I may desecrate it and that my effort will be put in vain. But, I decided that I should try my best to write about it so that I could allow my heart to breathe again. Because I am now drowning with a magnificent emotion and I need to release it now or else I would embark in this life like a bomb. Any moment I could explode in midair and pieces of my body will plummet directly to hell’s pit. And that would be the end of all. Love. Some people restrain it. Others celebrate it. Few deny it. But the question is how do you know it? Affirmative, it is always present. From God’s ult...

“But no matter what you do that seed will grow into a peach. You may wish for an apple or an orange but you will get a peach.” This adage came from the movie, “Kungfu Panda” and it hit me directly to the face. As a human being equipped with the capacity to think and act, we have created an illusion of control. We believe that the newly washed black t-shirt dried because we put it directly to the sun’s warm rays. We think that the rose bloomed because we planted it. We acknowledge that the fish we cooked tasted perfectly because we marinated it overnight. We are happy because the person we chose to love loves us back. We have deceived ourselves that anything that happened to us, everything that manifested in our daily lives and all the things that existed are the mere result of what we want and have been under our constant manipulation. We have become the master manipulator of life. Thus, we have believed that everything beyond our control are accidents. On the contrary, THERE ARE N...