Beyond The Horizon

  Past remains past, cannot come back for you to change. Future is unseen, even if you try, you’ll never be able to capture it. Present, even that isn’t in your control. Why? You and me do things without thinking, speak things we never mean and feel emotions we never want to feel. So, now tell me is anything in your control at all?   We have been given a life of a mortal human, we miss the sun when it’s snowing, we desperately look for light when darkness consumes us from all directions and we look for chances when we fail. This is does not make you selfish, this shows that despite all odds you are willing to fight, you are willing to at least try. Sometimes, you are given a choice, other times that might not be the case. But is it that a reason for you to stop and be done with your life? There are many questions we come across when we talk about ‘second chance’, because some of us get a second chance some don’t, some of us are willing to grab that second chance others not. Yet, we a

  Everybody, literally each one of us has fished a fistful of hair in our hair and screeched into the nowhere,” why it is always me?”. Right? Oh yes, I know I am absolutely right. You cannot really blame the sentence to be so inevitable, but yes you and me have an absolute authority to blame the circumstances. And that we do all the time. Why me? Am I so bad? What I done so bad? And so on. Of course, different languages, different sentences or some might beautify them with words I won’t write here. But we all do this, some quite often because they are like magnet to the everlasting chaos or some rarely because they are the…goody two shoes? Holy? Righteous? whatever. Anyways the point here is that we all complain, curse and whine about our conditions. Now the causes can different, people do it out of sufferings, others out of anger, out of humiliation, out of lameness and out of… oh yes exaggeration. When you wake up in a mood to do no- mess for the day and spill coffee over your cr

  Language is the key that connects people, lands and cultures. We express, we impress and we process. We lean to weave letters into words and finally words into sentences. Your words can be the reason of someone’s broadest smiles or unasked association to agony and pain. Our words hold a lot of impact. Then it doesn’t matter in which language they are spoken or at what place and time they are used. Our comprehension holds the power to swirl the ocean to highest tides and widest waves. A language is an art. Art that is diverse and classified throughout the world in colours and tastes varied for all 8 billion people. I developed a passion for languages a long time ago and let’s say when I stick to something I don’t let it go way that effortlessly. My interest to study languages began in my school. Genuinely, no one in my family has a passion… or rather even interest in any of these things let alone be languages. Yes, but my mother does inculcate a great taste in paintings, creations