This site is as about the inspiration I get, as I am designed to get, where faith and conviction are my two flowers, which receive light when asked to God.
Two mad friends met on a road. They decided to try bananas for breakfast. They chomped down on the bananas without peeling the banana.
First one commented-“They are very sour.”
Second one-“Well they aren’t sour, but they are spicy.”
Shall we have some pears?
They had the pears.
First one-“They are good. Save the whitish part. It tasted like the sun.”
Second one-“No, no, not the sun. It tasted like the moon.”
First one-“No, my friend. Moon tastes bitter.”
Adios!
The physicist,
Was a man of big theories.
He said a lot,
He wrote a lot.
Yet he couldn’t prove a single dot.
The physicist,
Then taught physics and mathematics.
Still he couldn’t explain,
All that which went through his brain.
But at the end of his life,
He was known as an uncle,
As a friend,
As a good doer.
Everyone respected him.
And he remained the same,
Loved by all,
And cared by all.
Adios!
The tall boy went to school.
He excelled in his studies.
He participated in each and every game worth playing..
But being tall,
All thought that he felt awkward,
But to everyone’s surprise, he didn’t.
He felt happy,
And remained happier.
He passed his higher secondary examinations with the highest marks,
He became legendary as “The tall boy” forever.
Adios!
Playing in his mother’s lap,
The boy found a pound.
It was hidden in a toy,
Like a sailor’s gem,
He kept it safe and sound.
When time came,
He bought an eclairs chocolate for her.
And with a pen.
He wished her happy birthday,
And frolicked all around.
His mother was so proud,
That she nicknamed him “Pound”.
Adios!
Ma had made four apple pies. They were mouthwateringly beautiful. From the moment she took it out of the oven, I couldn’t control myself.
I kept on pleading with Ma.
Ma when shall we be having those pies?
Ma replied-“In thirty minutes.”
I- “Ma, can’t I have them now?”
Ma-“Let them cool a bit.”
I felt a bit let down and grumpily sat down on the sofa.
Then like a magician, Ma brought a big apple pie on a plate and placed it on the table.
“Ma is it for me?” I asked Ma. Ma replied-“Yes”.
You couldn’t have guessed my happiness as I had that apple pie.
That evening I didn’t do anything. Simply kept on thinking about apple pie.
That apple pie was everything to me and still is. It was scintillatingly beautiful.Ma has again promised to make some more apple pies very soon.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 