Life, or something close to it.

A few days back, me and a very good friend of mine were discussing about restriction and how they spoil everything. And the discussion went to a point where she said restrictions would be like writing a whole paragraph without the alphabet 'C'. And it's true, writing without the alphabet 'C' is not only difficult it also makes the writing incomplete, but i gave it a try.I guess restrictions also offer challenges. Hope she gets to read this sooner rather than later.


"Life is strange. And I know there are a lot of meanings to the word. Life is strange in every way. It is doom and gloom, darkness, sorrow, despair and depression and yet its also hopes and dreams, blinding lights and uplifting fairy tales. It has billions to offer, all we want are millions, we get in thousands but truth be told hundreds would serve just fine. Evolution has transformed the fight for survival to the fight for luxury. And life exists in this world, where all of these possibilities are oriented in an unrelenting harmony that is like a bootleg version of an anxiously awaited movie, it’s not as good as we want it to be, but maybe it’s the only we will have and the better version is always so far away.
Life, and the world that shelters it, somehow manage and they will keep managing till the world has had enough. And then all life would stop, the harmony shattered, and the universe wouldn’t even realize everything that has happened. We would all stop existing and the planets would keep rotating and revolving, the universe would keep expanding edging nearer to self annihilation, like nothing’s gone wrong and this life that we fight and struggle to enliven would be as important as a drop of water to the wide wide sea. So where do we stand in this master plan for a grand symphony? What meaning and purpose will we ever find in this momentary flash of ambiguity we give the name life?”