Tuesday, 21 May 2013

The Art Called Nothing..

Between the "Lean In", the Board Meetings, endless wars we wage with ourselves we cannot undermine the power of the art called nothing. The business trips,the family trips,the bachelor trips and the solo trips..the constant yearning of the restless mind and the body..the yearnings inspired from the glossy magazines..the dreams are countless..Sometimes its downright essential to stop and smell the roses..A Tuesday afternoon movie does the trick at times..I am a woman who wants it all..the riches..the travels..the fame..the work..the desire to break every glass ceiling..to arrive in life..Nothing compares to the pleasure of just sitting by the ocean see the waves break into a foam..sipping a lemonade..drunk in nothingness.. these are the moments you feel closer to yourself..your soul..your calling..No old aunties asking you about your marriage plans..no old uncles measuring you up and giving dirty glances..You are your own person..Chasing your dream is growing up..so is gifting your soul a sweet curry and release the inner self..Like "Po" must have said.."Inner peace"..

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