My childhood was like "life in a bubble". I didn't really know anything beyond the horizons of the bubble or rather, never felt the need to know. By God's grace I'm blessed with some friends on whom I can actually count on. My parents have instilled the upbringing in me that there are no short cuts to success. I always had to put in a lot of hardwork to get whatever I wanted; even if that was a toy. I was so content being with my friends and just attending school, doing my homework, being disciplined and innocent that I never felt the need to know anything beyond these limits. And like all good things have to come to an end, the bubble finally burst ! The consequences... well, I don't know whether I should refer to it as good or bad. But I guess everything has its positives and negatives. That's how life gets balanced at every stage. The positive part was that I actually realised that not all people in the world are as good, caring, disciplined, reliable ...
Random musings. Some poetic and some philosophical.