I miss my Grand-dad. Sometimes i wonder if my dreams and ambitions are getting corroded. What a dismaying thought. As you grow older, i realise the fragility of things. These days i suddenly understood most things u cant keep. What's yours any way? Everything goes. Nothing is forever. You just are able to have it for a period of time. Yours? Who says. One day, either you go first or it (pencil case) goes. Then you will be saying if its this case then NOTHINg is ours at all and so we can heck-care abt everything then!

True. To a certain extent. But do you want to do that?No i wun want to. The beauty of life is realising that nothing is here forever. Doesnt the forbidden fruit always taste sweeter? If there was no cold and bitter night, we will not appreciate the beauty of the bright and welcoming day. If there was no black, how would we know the brightness of white. If we did not know the agony of pain, where comes the elation at happiness. Here i am, surrounded by friends and family, each day as i grow older i treasure them more. For it takes something more than fate for us to all meet in this huge network of people. It takes both me and them and something more. Magic maybe.