Sunday, October 6, 2013

Life Is Like A Bike





“All right I am trying; just that nothing seems to fall in place “Shreyas slammed the door behind him.

“Let’s go Aakash “he said to Aakash who was waiting for him outside his house to go for the tuition classes.

“What happened? “ Aakash asked. “Nothing yaar “said Shreyas.

“I am just fed up with my ***e…………

 Aakash while fiddling with his bag, searching for something said, “Oh don’t worry dude, everything will be ok it’s just the matter of time.”

“Yes!! I know , it has so many colors but for me  I don’t know  it’s always grey and black .. Shreyas replied.

Dude Shreyas!!! For me it’s black and white.

“Seriously yaar Aakash, you know I really want to climb the most challenging hill, I want to reach the top and keep moving so that the next hill, which comes in the form of a challenge in front of me is much easier” said Shreyas.

Aakash , kept his hand around Shreyas and replied, “ I agree buddy , just keep the momentum going , don’t slow down , just take advantage of the road and keep moving , you can handle it I am sure “.

I just don’t have the courage! Replied Shreyas in utter dismay …

You have all that confidence, it’s your strength. Don’t worry about falling, Shreyas!  Just pay attention, observe things around you and paddle on!! Aakash replied in the most philosophical way!!!

“Everything is very chaotic, yaar Aakash.  I know, all are moving, everyone have their destinations. But the road I take is often full of obstacles. Gruuhhhh… said Shreyas.

Aakash was getting a little perturbed, he said “hey!! Hey!! Dude there is no point dwelling on the negatives. It’s only going to spoil the ride "

It’s just best you ride the Bike ……..

BIIIIIKKKKKKEEEEEE…. Shreyas shouted. His legs were almost glued to the road….

“What bike, whose bike, what are you talking about Aakash???  Shreyas said in a grumpy voice.

“Your bike, who else’s I am talking about  " You are fed up with your bike ……….Aakash replied

What yaar Aakash, I said, I am fed up with my life; you heard my bike…..

God and all this while you have been giving me all the talks on a bike, shreyas said laughing.

OMG!!! Laughed Aakash, I honestly was wondering why the hell you are getting so philosophical about a BIKE………

By this time they had reached the tuition classes, both of them entered laughing their heart out.

On their way back home, they were discussing about the rhymed confusion they had 2 hours before, and how true it is .

Life is riding a Bike, in order to keep your balance you have to keeping moving – rightly said by Albert Einstein.

Life is like a journey you love, hate, cry, and laugh but still live it!!! Isn’t it!!!


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Sunday, August 25, 2013

Laughter , Learning & Love











My mother comes down to spend a month or two with us, and that’s the time my home is full of pranks. She is 79 years old and my son is 7 years old, to say that generation gap exists between them that would be the last thing I would state.

In addition of both being voracious readers, they both have liking for Bollywood songs, my son is a diehard fan of all the top chart busters and my mother is fan of old classics. Both have embarrassed present day  gadgets very well ,my mother has moved with times I can say and my son , I believe is trying to be a bit ahead of his time. The earphones plugged in and book in their hand is a regular site to watch in my house.

The day, they decide to do something different than usual, then they have me around the house to play pranks on .I would find creepy looking toy insects under my clothes or in the bath tub, or my son would just hide behind a door and wait for me and as soon as I pass he would jump out and scream, “BOOOHHHH “, the result I drop the things from my hand if I am holding something, or just get scared. My mother would put ketchup around her, thumb and pretend she cut her finger..,….and I can just continue the list is long.

I am so aware of the fact , that they might be planning something or the other just to have that laugh and smile , yet  how much I try , not to get scared or fall prey to their pranks , I mostly fall in to the trap.
That day was not different. It was around 5.30 in the evening and we had just finished our tea. I was making preparations for the evening dinner, and suddenly I heard my mother coughing. She is a chronic bronchitis patient; hence her cough syrups travel with her where ever she goes.

“Ma did you forgot your afternoon doze? I shouted from the kitchen.

Mommmmyyyy , come fast , see what happened to mamayji  ( that’s what my son calls my mother ) !!!!!.  My son shouted in response to my question.

I ran leaving whatever I was doing; straight to her room .I see her in the washroom, near the basin.
The basin was full of blood. 

I did not know what to do; there was a blackout for a moment in front of me. I grabbed on the door handle for support and regained  myself.

My son looked at me, and then at my mother, he could not control his laughter, neither could my mother. And I kept looking at both of them; they had nailed it again and were successful in playing yet another prank on me...

“Mummy, don’t get scared it’s not blood, its mamyji’s cough syrup!!!  It was my idea, just to fool you. Please don’t get angry “said my son.

I quietly looked at both of them. I was not sure whether to laugh or get angry.  I just left the room.
My mother was aware, this prank had gone a bit far, she had realized that it had moved me from within; she followed me out, hugged me and apologized.  She loves life, and loves to laugh every moment as and when she can. And I was aware, that she had just become a child today with my son, she did not want to hurt me.

But sometimes, some pranks leave an immense mark on us and even on the ones who play the prank.

I believe this was one such prank. It taught us that even a thought or fear of losing our loved one can do  to us.

That night, I walked up to my mother’s room.

I hugged her and said, “The thought of losing you also scares me ma, I love you.

“I love you too, and don’t worry I am not going anywhere so soon”, she said.

We both smiled.

I kissed her cheek, wished her good night and while closing her room door, I watched her...

She drank the cough syrup and slowly placed the bottle on the table next to her bed, put the plugged the  earphones and started reading from where she had left.

I silently closed the door behind me with a smile!!!!!




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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The Jacket !!!

That day we were at our eye-doctors clinic. I could see the bad weather ahead as the sky was full of dark and smoky clouds. As soon as we got inside the car, it started to pour so heavily that in a short while   the roads were flooded, the traffic came to a halt. We managed to reach our building gate, after an hour and a half, which otherwise is half an hour drive from the clinic.

As we were about to reach our apartment building, a man came in front of us, totally wet, shivering with cold, trying to push his vegetable cart in the water clogged street. He was walking so slowly, as if in some pain.

All three my husband, my 7 year old son Tanush and I watched him for several minutes, till he managed to pull the cart away from our way so that we could enter the building.

By the time we parked the car, and I could say anything Tanush ran and took the stairs and we obviously opted for the lift. We reached the 4th floor at the same time though.

Tanush rushed inside the house.

“ Dadi !!! Dadi !!!  he screamed .

By now he had already reached, her room.

“Dadi, do you have any of Dadu’s raincoat which is now small for him and he does not wear? He asked in a panting voice.

“No! Dadu does not wear raincoats he wears a jacket “my mother- in law replied.

“Ok, so do you have a jacket?  He asked again.

 I was already near my mother- in- laws room by now and hearing the entire conversation.

My mother in law looked at me; I just shrugged as a response unaware of the whole reason why Tanush was asking for a jacket.

Why do you need a jacket Tanush? I asked.

Dadi!!Fast please search fast – he was jumping.

My mother in law was already, searching something in the heap of old clothes by this time, she removed a jacket in a proper condition and handed it over to him.

Thanks!!!!! – was barely heard by us and he was out of the house.

I never got a reply to my question!!!!!

I was scared and worried at the same time, not knowing what was going on in his mind. So I followed him, grabbing an umbrella on my way out.

I saw Tanush, near the gate talking to the watch man; the watchman held his hand and they both were out of the gate.

My heart missed a bit, I was almost running now.  When I reached the main gate, I was dumb stuck to what I saw.

Tanush was standing in front of that man who we had seen a while ago pushing his vegetable cart .The man had not gone very far, he was sitting under a tree, shivering . Tanush hesitated a bit and then went closer to the man and offered him the jacket.

The man was stunned. He refused at first and then looked towards the gate at me, I smiled. Tanush offered the jacket again, this time he took the jacket with a smile.

Tanush walked inside the building all drenched and wet. He held my hand for a while walked till the lift, and then ran away taking the stairs yet again.

He did not have to explain me why he needed the jacket.

I stood in the lift, with tears rolling down my eyes, and pressed the 4th floor button.

­­­­­­­­­­­­Life is not fair and it will never be!! .

It’s only such little act of kindness, which are neither expensive nor complicated. They just leave a smile on someone’s face and on ours too.

I believe children learn what they live and what they see, so if they live by doing such little acts of kindness, they are quite certain to follow all their life.

I hope my son keeps, following it too and the kindness does not fade away somewhere in this materialistic world.




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Sunday, August 4, 2013

Footprints In My Heart ...............


LOVE: “Why do you exist even when I do?
FRIENDSHIP replies: “To put a smile where you have left tears.”


Pal, buddy, companion, whatever you call them, it remains the same, it does not matter what we call our friend, what matters is the bond of love and care we share with each other.


Friendship is the first relation we learn to build as a child, and it’s not taught nor are we aware of it. It’s like a spontaneous urge that we feel. Friendship creates vigor in life and adds color to it, a best gift of god on the earth, is a friend and without friendship life is a like an imprisonment.  I would say it’s the best possession we can ever acquire in a lifetime.


Friends have always been essential part of my life. If truth be told, they form the heart of my life and not only a part of it.


When I slip back into the time, yes I have to go years back into my childhood. The time we were all in our pre primary and primary sections …..


Omg!!!!


Sitting in the circle and eating our tiffin boxes, yet holding the cover of the tiffin box in a peculiar manner so that the other cannot see inside our box. We use to share, the lunch only on being asked what you have got, and with only one condition that we get a share from their box as well!!!

Trying to impress the teacher in the best possible manner so that you become the monitor of the class, and then you had the entire class who wanted to be your friend and you were on everyone’s list of best friends !!!!

I remember we all friends use to wait for each other’s birthdays, why??  The birthday girl, get’s to take one person with her to distribute chocolates to the teachers in the school and we always wanted to be that one chosen one!!! (Made us feel special and the rest a big J)!!!!

When we think of all this now, we laugh over it, but how stupid it may sound now, they were matter of life and death then!!!!

Those were the best days of my life …..

I still remember as a teenager I use to always wonder whom to trust, who would understand me and with whom I want to spend my time. I was the most brilliant person in the world and my parents weren’t. Since texting had not been invented, the one phone, the landline phone, was a life line to my friends; we talked for hours about nothing in particular!!!!

Sitting on the last bench was fun and adventure, bliss of a kind, but why are teachers eye’s always on the backbenchers I wonder!!!

Throwing paper bits on the girls in the front rows and gigging when teacher use to catch them for turning back and being inattentive!!!

Cursed being the lords of the last bench  , when even though raising our hands to answer the question  were ignored and the teacher’s eye met only the one’s in the front row’s.

The best was, the time when you are least prepared, and you hear your name being called out to answer the questions!!!! And the rest of the class is all turned towards you!!!!  “Sorry ma’am “is the answer you have!!!!! Followed by all the giggles including your friends!!! (Only thing on your mind is you too!!! You are my friend!!!! And for the rest, let your time come!!!! )

Taking advantage of your best friend to be the monitor of the class, and taking that extra time to finish the undone homework....

And the day, you seem to be at your worst mood, sleep with your head down and teacher won’t even notice, and by chance she did, your friends spoke in chorus,” she is not feeling well ma’am “!!!!

Making those , great fancy looking scrap –books , and giving it to all the one’s you know , writing the most weirdest things in it and then comparing who has been more creative …….

Those were the best  days of my life ……

When I was leaving for college, I had only one school friend who had got in the same college with me (that was a solace of a kind!!!)  I went with the conviction to the college that my “best pals “are always going to be my school friends, who I grew up with , I shared my good and bad times ( even my those first crush !!!!!!  ). The people I will meet in college are just going to be my “temporary friends”.

But, soon I realized that my college friends have become my real friends too, so what if they were not there with me when I got the first punishment in my school, not there to celebrate my 13th birthday (the entry into the teens!!! as they say), but they were there when I use to struggle with my assignments (majorly statistics!!! ), they lifted me up when the times were tough, they were there to drop me home when it was difficult to get the transport back home.

By age twenty- one, the sweet taste of freedom came along with being a bit responsible. I took up my first job few more after my graduation, when friends got added in the list, with whom I worked side by side and we shared the same goals.

When the chapter called marriage unfolded  and I moved to a foreign land , there I got a I got friends who calmed my fears, shared my joys  (birth of my son, I never felt that I was away from my family, with them being around at that time), my triumphs and failures.

Now, Most of my friends are either entrenched in their careers, enjoying raising kids or even doing both and we do not get to meet each other often.

Good friends are like stars. You don't always see them, but you always know they are there. Friendship is a commitment for life; you cannot treat it as a contract made on paper. But yes it’s a promise renewed every time you keep in touch.

Now with kid and life’s challenges even I really don’t spend much time with friends. I want all of them to know that even we are apart physically and emotionally, don’t talk often or even for years now, I really appreciate and treasure the friendship, joys and sorrows that we shared….

Though now there are so many attractive and purposeful sites. (All know what I m hinting at yes fb, what’s app bla bla to reunite friends).  ,  I have not been able to keep in touch with lots of old pals  as well as the new one’s I have made in my  journey  of life ( list of reasons are too long !!!  ).

Friends are what life is all about.
I hope that the friendship gets better every day and get back all my lost friends and some new to enjoy life to the fullest.

I end this post, dedicating it to all my friends, although I have always found it very difficult to define friendships, I believe that that best things are always best described when they remain UNDESCRIBED.

HAPPY  FRIENDSHIPS  DAY!!!!!!



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Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Side Effects !!!!

We all have done this before and keep on doing it, planning a vacation whether it is to go explore a new destination or its back to our homeland to meet our family and friends. The excitement is all around us, just with the thought that we are going to be away for few days from the routine...isn’t it??

Well, now what’s the worst part when the vacation ends? Yes!!! Returning back to the mundane life….

The worst part of the vacation when it ends is that if brings along with it, lots of side effects. The good side effects I call them “ memories “ and the bad side effects I call them “ holiday blue s “….

The afterglows of the vacation stays with me for say few days or maximum for a week. Then it’s all the same as before, “Aww… back to work and Isshhhhh the morning alarms!

Today it’s my first day  back to blogging ,  I have been away from my blog for a long time and the reason was  oblivious I was on a vacation with my family. I have been away from my lap top, my writing and believe you me it a little hard to get back to writing!!!!

While I was away, I was able to capture lots of ideas which are stored on my phone. ( thanks to the technology , you don’t  need a paper and a pen , contributing to the go green green in a way !! :) ).

The files on my laptop are glaring at me as if saying, “Why don’t you finish the work you started.”

“NAAH!” I won’t do any of these today , tells my brain !!!

For now let me spend some time playing with my 7 year old son , after all the time spent in his company is the most precious of all , and the rest all can wait .

And then , I will buckle my shoe and take a brief walk, to get that blood pumping in my body and grab some energy ………!!!!!

How do I get my brain to the blogging mode? That’s what I wonder!!!!!
It’s just a matter of time I believe, I would snap out of this mode soon….

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Fantasy Has Reality !!!






Growing up I was always a fan of bedtime stories with my mother, and when I turn back and see I realize that she really picked up some great ones that made lasting impression on me. But how do these stories and characters, the trials and triumphs effect and inform our humdrum lives?

I believe that the fantasy world, can teach as much about life and the world as the course realism. It helps us to be a better person, allows us to explore injustice, cruelty and appreciate beauty and create a hope.
It plays a part of a marvelous mirror, which allows us to see our lives more clearly.

I am sure, you all will agree that in our real lives, we do not fight with evil with glowing eyes, swords and wearing a colorful cloak covering our faces with masks. But at some point in our life we do encounter with evil, we do taste the fruit of injustice. We are in self doubt and despair, and in those times we connect to  these fictional experiences and stories in our day to day life, we kind of relate to it.

There is a certain extent to which the stories we read and the characters we admire influence our behavior. We all have become kings, queens, prince or princess of some land, living in grand palaces, with beautiful gardens in our childhood. They actually shape up our culture.

I remember, reading a parable about Blind men and an elephant, the parable where all the blind men were grasping different parts of the elephant and were describing elephant in different ways. The parable states how we humans grasp different parts of truth and make it one whole and complete truth the way we want to perceive it to be. its only when we are being open to each other’s point of view we are actually able to understand the whole truth . Learning for sure from the parable isn’t it?

The fables, parables, stories and characters mould our values, whatever may be the story about our culture, society, family or nation it has helped us shape our attitudes and who we are today.

For me, stories and characters have been like thought experiments, we believe in them or we intend them not to be, they definitely help use our imagination and create our worlds.

It’s with them that we summarize our lives some fantastic and memorable moments and it’s through them that we learn life enduring lessons.

Fantasy is all about the world we would like to live in, the world we like to be, the dreams we see and pursue.


It teaches us to explore and dream, give it a thought, where would we all be if we never learnt to dream!



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Sunday, May 26, 2013

Friends - God's Perfect Gift







When god created the world and all the magnificent things, he outdid it by creating friends.
A friend is a channel through which emotional spiritual and sometimes physical blessing flow. Life seems pretty boring without friends.

I always had a little bit of smaller bunch of friends and among them there were few who were best friends. But to top it all, among the best lot, I had those few who were closest to me, the ones with who I shared my biggest secrets and was the keeper of their deepest secrets as well. They were the ones who could push me and make me see the best in me.

Why not take this opportunity and thank all those who have been in my life till now as my closest friends.

VEDANGEE……



I met my childhood best friend vedangee in kindergarten. My mother had taken me to the school on the very first day, and left me to the teacher saying she would be back in few hours to pick me up.!!!

Suddenly tears started to roll down my eyes, no it was not tears rather we can put it has a loud sound along with tears which is called “ crying “. I didn't understand why my mother had to leave me with a bunch of kids who were in no better state then I was and a complete stranger lady, who was called a teacher…

Nevertheless, the final goodbyes ended with my mom, and an assurance that she would be back I was walked by the teacher through the class. Our slow and tender steps walk ended next to a small table and chairs where already another girl was sitting and yes who was crying as well !!!.(It was our first day at school!!!!).

I sat next to her and then teacher gave us some crayons and coloring paper. Slowly, the crying faded in the joy of coloring. Both of us knew each other by now with our names... (Also with our nick names).

Soon we had started sharing our crayons, and fighting over who had colored the pictures better!!! .

Vedangee was with me till 7th grade, and we shared a special close relation among the rest.

That’s how I met my first ever friend, who became my closest buddy in my childhood days. She still holds a special place in my heart.

As I grew older I started to appreciate friendships and relationships more in my life. I still remember, I always wondered who to trust and who would understand me better. Then came along in my life


BHAVNA….





In the 8th grade, all the students were shuffled as per subjects opted and hence it was time to leave behind the secondary school friends while moving on to higher secondary. The day I entered my class I could see few familiar faces among the strangers who were not my friends.

I will have to make new friends “I was aware “but how “I was not sure “. I made my way through all the front row desks which were already occupied and decided to sit on the second last desk. 

A while later, a tall girl with hair plaited. Walks up to the desk, and occupies the place next to me.
Both of us had the same thought in our minds, “Ok, we are going to be bench mates “.

“I always end up sitting at the last benches, because of my height “she said.

I smiled and replied, “For me there was no choice, as the entire front desks are already occupied.

We both smiled …..

By the end of the day, our nerdiness and the craziness for the movies and the admiration for the same movie 
stars made us bond like we knew each other since years. A bond I would say was instantaneous. We bunked classes, when we struggled with assignments we knew we had each other to fall back on, even shared with each other our first crush. (The initial teen age crush!!!).Her family became my second family. We shared our god and bad times, sad and happy moments.

Time does not wait it moves on. She moved to the different country after marriage, but even though it has been years now we have not met, even though we live in two different countries, we do catch up with each other over social sites.

Virtually, every new chapter in life has potential to disrupt friendships. As the chapter called marriage unfolded in my life, I moved on to a foreign land holding hands with my better half, and unknown territory which I entered, hoping to make some new friends…

I truly, believed that through fate and bit by chance, I will definitely find some smiling faces and helping hands… which I did… and among all I found..


Annapurna.....




It was a beautiful Sunday morning; we all mutual friends had planned a picnic to a nearby dam. It was decided to meet at a friend’s house, at particular time. We arrived a bit late.  You all can imagine if you are a mother of a 2 year old than how it would be?

When we reached the porch of the friend’s house, I saw a couple sitting outside, it was obvious I had never seen them before, thought them to be relatives.

Hi!!  We are sorry, we are a bit late, “I said to the couple.

The lady looked at me, and nodded with a bit of sly smile. I found her to be a bit arrogant at the first look.

On seeing us, the friend came and introduced the couple to us, and said “they are new to the town, so thought to join them along “.

I smiled said “Hi “and the husbands greeted each other with a handshake.

My husband told Annapurna and Ashwin (the couple‘s name) to join us in our car.

My eyebrows raised , thinking, the women carries attitude how am I going to travel the distance with them?

Anyways, the trip to the dam began …

On our way, I came to understand that the reason she was upset was they were informed a wrong time. 

They had reached our friends place, an hour and a half before. The reason of her annoyance now fell in place for me. Even I would have reacted the same way, if I was in her place.

We talked, and talked and talked and it just clicked between us. We shared the same interest, same ideas, same thinking over certain things. The entire picnic, we were kind of glued to each other. Hardly noticing what the rest were up to.

The day came to an end, it was time to go to our dwellings, but it led us to theirs.

Since that day, we had so many outings together, dinners and sleepovers at each other’s house.

We bonded into friendship, but our commitment to friendship made the bond. She knows me in and out and it’s always a wonderful feeling to find that someone knows you better than your own self Annapurna happens to be that someone. A friend you are able to talk to about anything, to feel the unconditional love and acceptance and never being judged.

It never feels like we aren't close, just because we don’t stay in the same country anymore. Though we are apart we have maintained our long distance friendship.

Friends might come and go in your life, they can make us cry and laugh but what is most important is that they love you for who you are. Friendships are not some contract which is made on paper. It is a commitment for life which is renewed every time you keep in touch.

With life’s challenges. I have not been able to keep in touch with my friends, but I want all of them to know that even we are apart physically and emotionally, though we do not talk or have not seen each other in years. I really appreciate the treasure of friendships, joys and sorrows that we shared...


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Sunday, May 19, 2013

What Do You Prefer ?


The other day, I was at a party sitting with a friend. A lady approached us and told my friend how wonderful she looked and her outfit was really nice, she really liked it. She walked away, complementing my friend, my friend on the other hand leapt into a conclusion that the lady (whom she had never met or known) was being sarcastic and she really got offended by something which was a genuine compliment.

I wondered , at that point of time that if the lady had been actually sarcastic , then may be my friend would have chosen to think that “ she was complimenting  and would have gladly replied “ thank you , I am so glad u liked it “ and would have felt better than how she was feeling right now , almost sulky and angry.

I am really curious we humans, get happy, sad, hurt, etc by someone else.

How can anyone make us really feel things? How do they make us feel happy or sad?

What do they say? How do they say, “come take this tin full of sadness “or they say “Aah today u need a bucket full of happiness, here take it I brought it especially for you!!!?

How I wish I could buy happiness and sadness over the supermarket shelves!!!! How I wish it was that simple.

The above incident and many more made me realize, that we often rely on others to make us feel in a particular way. It’s always because of people, they do something, they say something or they do not say something or they do not do something, triggers how we feel.

When people do things as per our expectations, how we want it to be... we are happy …

But, as soon as they don’t do what we were expecting them to do. We are suddenly hurt and their actions make us sad.

In short, we often try to control other people, in order to control how we feel!! (   I am no different!!!).

But, is it really possible, I wonder!!!!

The answer is “NO’.  We cannot control people. Neither can we force them to do anything, nor assume that they will.

The person, we can control is  " US ". We can control only ourselves.

How can people make us feel certain things, the thing we call emotions.

It’s we who decide to choose how to feel.

It’s we who decide to feel or react in a certain way.

It’s we who make assumptions.

And aren’t we only who leap to conclusions.

No one can ever give us tin of sadness or bucket of happiness. They are within us!!! They are intangible items.

We all have seen cars on the roads, if you see them , they are mere tin boxes moving on the road, but what we tend to forget is that it moves because there is someone inside controlling it.

We often run on an  autopilot theory, and we most of the time forget that there is a “person “inside us who is in control.

Guess its time to take back the control of ourselves. Control how to feel, rather than relying on others.

It has to be your choice – choose to feel bad or choose to feel good!!

I prefer to feel good !!!!

What do you prefer ?