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A good life is always at ‘Home’
The life I had growing up.
Not that everything was pitch perfect but it was Home.
The comfy place of all.
Nothing was extravagant;
everyday faces, some good friends and a place you belonged.
A chaotic city that people mostly complain about,
Still reminds you of the best days you had.
‘Home’ might not be the exact one you wanted but eventually you’ll miss it.

Dec 31st, 2020

© AlvnaKarim

Closure

The heart skips a beat whenever it feels like it is time for a closure, 
Probably it wants to delay the time of closure, as time passes by it prays that silently the thought or situation will fade away… 

So was the heart ever successful? 
Probably, probably not… 

But somewhere in the heart that thought still rumbles, 
Asks for a closure or might induce a little hope in the brain…
Although it knows someone close to the heart became stranger but it hopes that stranger someday might find it’s way…  

© AlvnaKarim

Gratitude might…

Life is mysterious.

Or probably growing up, updates the system and develops some weird(in a good way) qualities.

Now days, bad news or troubled times don’t make the tears to fall down from the cheeks. Mostly standing still, hearing or processing, searching for probable solution or how to cope with the day roams around through the mind; as no one has control over abrupt catastrophes!

Throughout life it is very important realizing that we’ll have to lower all kinds of expectations from another human being. Because higher expectations only will hurt in the end.

Also one more thing, now days, kindness touches me the most. Random act of kindness coming from random people, when somebody does something good for another without expecting anything in return. Sometimes just seeing someone doing random good acts clear the ugliness of the heart and sometimes that gratitude might make the eyes go all teary…

© AlvnaKarim