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FOR the first time it hit me that there's a version of truth out there that's beyond my truth, it was like a ton of bricks being lifted off my shoulders. It was a hugely liberating experience and rejuvenating also. The 'other' truth was nothing like mine and had a distinct personality of its own but when I looked closer, it was merely an extension of my truth. Only people who are constantly - struggling with the question 'what's the right thing to do' - and in the process fighting lone battles with this conundrum of truths raging within them can understand what it feels like to have company. It's like the first raindrop that hits a parched land, to be followed by heavy rains in no time. You never knew it would come your way so you want to absorb it all. I recognised that I have the power of choice from what's out there. We live what's true for me. What is truth? For me they are those subtle, unsaid, quiet, hardly visible pointers that silen

The only choice to make was to go ...Up! This is not the end. This is the beginning.  In life we get to make all kinds of choices. Even when we hit a dead end against a wall, there's a choice to be made - to turn around, to sit down, to stand and wait or to go up! I have taken the last one. UP.  For me life is not a battle to be won or victory to be written about. It's life. Simple life. Life is the only thing that has no template or warning system to work with. The day we are born it begins and only ends when we end. Rest all are our stories. There are no breaks or self help manuals. It just goes on and on. The syllabus is ever expanding and upgrading. Most of the times things we face are out of syllabus. I am sure you would agree to this. The hiccups that we experience on the way of living are our own. No two life mishaps or joys are same. Life has absolutely no role to play. We role play. Each and every action or reactions are responsible for the subsequent one