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Hey Ocean, Here I come

If you could plan your death, how would you plan it? #PlanUrDeath

 This is a very interesting thought. The thought itself is enough to chill our bones. Death is something which is beyond our control. It is the unconquered kingdom. It is something which we cannot predict nor decide. It happens in its own phase, in its own time and in its own style. Still given as a chance. It would be the most exciting and interesting event to plan. 

My death will be combination of the things I love. I would try to make it as interesting as possible.  Goodbyes are very important to me. It gives a proper ending to our life. The problem with death is we never have time for good bye. The person suddenly disappears leaving a vacuum behind. This leaves the loved ones feeling lost. I will write a proper goodbye to all the important friends and enemies. Sometimes the people who make us cry are the people who has created a great impact on them. I would try to forgive the people who have hurt me. They might not accept my forgiveness or might not even need it. I would do it for my own peace and happiness. I might not have achieved much or lived my life to my expectations. But I would need the satisfaction of trying my best to achieve something in life.  

The Ocean is someone who has always mesmerized me. I have spent hours wondering about the mysteries of the ocean. She has always made me curious and left me with a sense of longing. The waves has always been soothing to my bleeding heart. Her waves are her ways of communicating with me. Every time I see her, I control my urge to walk to her and embrace her.She might be the only solution for the storm raging inside me. 

When I reach my threshold limit and the day my patience runs out. I would go to my favorite beach. Buy a plate of Hot crispy fish fry. Sit on the seashore and run a recap of my whole life. Atleast the parts I remember. My smile, my tears, my joys, my sorrows and everything. Then after I am done. I would join my Godmother with a smile on my lips and happiness in my heart.

 

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  1. Very interesting... love the thought of you wanting to join your grandmom :-)
    Cheers, Archana - www.drishti.co

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  2. Interesting write up!!! Keep up!!!Cheers...!!!

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  3. Interesting write up!!! Keep up!!!Cheers...!!!

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  4. Interesting write up!!! Keep up!!!Cheers...!!!

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