In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Take a Chance on Me.”

Yes, I never thought I would but I did. when i was at the cross-roads during my mid twenties I took a chance by taking the road unknown. I never thought I would take that road but somehow I did. Circumstances did play a part but I won’t let them take all the blame. It was the first ever decision in my life, a decision that could re-define the way I am gonna live it. I always said to myself though, that if I get a chance I would take it; would never say no to anything that could transform me into something. This road I mentioned is full of hardships, but hey, if not for hardships what can make a man or woman who he will be ?. I am glad I have taken the route which happened to me. I am sorry it is still not ripe enough to talk about the second part of the question. I am waiting to find out and believe me it is the moment I love patience the most.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Don’t You Forget About Me.”

I would love to leave back a simple legacy of bravery nothing more. When I leave this place I want people to remember that I lived a brave life. I took clear decisions and I inspired people to do so. Though I have not done or doing any of those now, I would certainly do them before the I leave the place for good. For, leaving a coward is equivalent to not having lived at all.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Super Sensitive.”

I would happily renounce my sense of smell and gain super vision. I have always wanted to see things I have not been able to because of the distance. I have felt alone may time in my life because I was not able to see people around me. If I could see anyone living across miles, I could just vicariously live a life of togetherness, a life of gregariousness. Overall my improved sense of vision could easily replace my lost sense of smell as I will have a clear vision at all times rather than a good smell of things.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fly on the Wall.”

Like every fly I would probably live for a day or two and I want those days to be the days of holocaust. I know it sounds too sad and depressed, but that is what I would want to experience. Holocaust is one of the worst times of human kind, when people lived without hope on tomorrow. Yet they lived to see the next day. They all knew that they could be the next prey for the pistols which randomly chose at will. Despite all this they lived, they did what they did and survived when they escaped the guns. I would like to fly all over around looking for food not just for survival but for hope. If I have the right to choose to the place where I would be a fly, this is where it would be. I will witness some of the bravest of men and women who found their meaning on their own as Viktor Frank L mentions it “Mankind is the only race which always lives by looking forward to the future”.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Want to Know What Love Is.”

There is a DNA of love that is running through all those varieties of love you mentioned. It is the ability to convert pain into pleasure for the love, be it anything or anyone that you love. You will find satisfaction and fulfillment in sacrifice. You will find ecstasy in pain. You will realize happiness is immeasurable when it is there with you through this way. Love is trans-dimensional and so is sacrifice. Sacrifice gives meaning to love and stays with it. Yet you forget the sacrifice when there is love. At Love’s exit the memory of sacrifice comes to mind and you might demand that love stays for the sacrifice you made. Unfortunately it is Love’s decision to grade the sacrifice.

Sacrifice creates, sustains and nurtures Love.