Sometimes I feel utterly confused and unclear about what I really want from life. It might have something to do with the major personality flaw I am sure I suffer with … when alone the simplest of things give me immense joy. But the moment I see my kids their well being gets translated into bank balance and haunts me, doing an almost good job of toppling all definitions of happiness. I feel guilty. Conversations with others from my generation make me realize I am not the only one. At this age, this era perhaps this is what human evolution looks like. Emotionally distressed yet evolving. Lopsided yet striving for a balance.

And then recently while meeting an old friend after ages I was reminded yet again that amongst all these internal turbulence, nothing warms the soul like meeting an old friend. Rejuvenated I scribbled a couple of lines to capture the warmth I felt deep within.

वक्त की मोहताज़ होती नहीं है ज़िन्दगी
हर लम्हे से गर बूझ लो उस पल की ख़ुशी का राज़