Her tears are falling like the spanish moss
Disappearing
Into beauty found in beauty lost

So it goes
The summer blooms and fades away
Like moonlight falling on a bed
And there can be no solace in remembering
The words we never said

Faded postcards
Of all the places she loves best
Take her far away
As she presses wrinkles from her cotton dress

So it goes
The summer blooms and fades away
Like moonlight falling on a bed
And there can be no solace in remembering
The words we never said

So it goes
The summer blooms and fades away
Like moonlight crashing to the earth
And there can be no solace in remembering
The way things never were

If optimism be a kite on a string, all you have to do to get it closer is to reel it in :)

I had a long long long long day! It was more than an 18 hour day, and then some. But I am slowly starting to remember the hard work I put in and how much I believed in myself, once. With all its problems, I still love India! I will not wax eloquent on why, what, when and whether, but, lets just say its my breed. Ive taken a few knocks with my sense of humor and persistence, I am sure those are not qualities one can be taught. I do realize that I get in my own road too often when I am pessimistic. I am about to quit that bad habit, as of today.

I admire all my hard working neighbors, some of whom come home even later than me, from work. I had to fix a flat tire (or rather get it fixed) in my awful car just yesterday and all the people helped.. even though it was 9pm and they had gotten home after a hellish day at work! Indians seriously do not get stressed out easy. Today, I had to drop off some papers at 8pm and the lady who had been at work since 9am sat me down, chatted about my sporting activities and was so hospitable, even though it was time for her to close up and go home. She was not grumpy, just really made my day.

I find inspiration in all the aunties running in the early morning in a saree and tennis shoes or canvas keds. You are my inspiration. I find inspiration in random words and acts of kindness. I find inspiration in little children, who say the darndest things and have me laughing or thinking for days sometimes. I find inspiration in bravery, the quiet kind. I find inspiration in persistance. I find inspiration in hard work and strength of character, Im old-school see.. I was only privy to the greatest stories of our time, the ones that talked about resolve and true love and great adventures. I find inspiration in silence.

I will keep that list open for updates. I dont get the present generation "txt-ing" and wasting their time. I also dont get cheap talk.. so, I have to watch myself first. Keep at it. Work hard and have faith in the work.

Onwards we go...........