Hi Guys,

I am life! Yes, the same life that you call fair, unfair, good or bad. And yes, I am fate's older brother.

The other day my brother and I were discussing our plight! We felt sorry for each other. Why do you blame us when things go wrong, especially, my brother? We are not the initiators we are the interpreters.

The initiators are actually you yourself.  Your actions decide your destiny. Pardon me I missed your question .ah! Who keeps track? Look over your shoulder you will see Karma right there .  He has a very keen vision, nothing misses his eye.  He sends us the input. As for your actions god gives you the free will to decide what you want to do now, do you see, how limited our powers are!

You complain that in the card game called life we deal better hands to others. But that's not the whole truth. Just shuffle your cards well  and you will find your share of aces  go on try it use your aces. The successful man is the one who has used his share of aces to his advantage .you call him lucky, we call him smart.

You often waste too much time complaining about the cards you do not have or running after those absent cards. But, if you just accept and play the hand that you've been given, you still stand a good chance of achieving what you set out for.

Trust me; we (my brother and me) have nothing against anyone of you it's you who has to write the story of your life!

Well, so much for now,

I will be in touch with you,

March ahead, the future is yours,

With warm wishes,

Life.

Buzz the sound of the intercom brought her to the living room. It was the watchman from the main gate of the housing society where she lived. "Madam, there's a courier for you. Shall I send him to your place?" she thought for a moment and said, "You sign and take the delivery. Send it through the maid when she comes for work"

Later that afternoon the maid came in with the parcel . It was from her parents. Her parents who were shifting to a smaller house had said that they will send their children's old possessions over as their new house didn't have sufficient space. The memorabilia of her childhood were inside that parcel. Most of them were old school and children's parties' photographs. As she ripped open the packaging and started sifting through the photographs, her smile grew wider and wider.

 There in the corner of her class 1 photograph was Indu, she remembered the pigtail'pulling fights they had . Both wanted to be the last one to pull the others' pigtail in another photograph was Aditya .once he had called her an "idiot" in the course of a game. Others had laughed. Deeply "insulted" she had sauntered off to his mother and complained that "Aditya used bad language". His mother had scolded him and she had felt as victorious as Columbus did on reaching America!!!

Another occasion was when "Kapil Dev"of their group had smashed a ball though the window of an adjoining flat, shattering the glass. Scared of being scolded they had hidden in another building for 1 hour. When the members of that house did not take it up with their parents they decided "uncle hum logon se dar gaye". Innumerable memories came flooding back

 She realized she was no longer just smiling she was laughing and oh yes! There were a hint of tears too in her eyes. Those friends were no longer a part of her daily life but the very thoughts of the time spent with them filled her with such unadulterated happiness .the relations may have been lost in transit , but the heartwarming memories were  hers forever