Nothing is more impaling than goodness. Not stunning beauty, not money, not huge achievements or intelligence. An act of goodness can make someone immortal. Inseparable from your memories. At the same time, it is parting ways with a truly good person that will actually break you into the tiniest pieces and destroy you. Acts of goodness make the best memories. The kinds that bring a lump to the throat, something we all need once a while. Our parents have that goodness. Ever-encouraging but so weakening at the same time. Makes me love ironies. And the country that i am from. This brand of goodness our oldies have, is Indian. It will also go with our parents the day they go. Because their kids just dont have it.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Sep 2014 12:26:57 +0000
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