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Great is thy faithfulness O Lord, Great is thy faithfulness.. we end the mass with a captivating song that stirs our spirits within with his profound love and mercy that never ends, most beautiful hymn indeed.

Its really an honor to be singing in a catholic church choir, a choir filled with bright bunch of people lavished with music and fun that never ceases. Everything seemed beautiful and the day was just perfect for a hot cup of coffee. So I walk back home with much of Joy in my heart and my mind enveloped with peace.

 I prepare myself a cup of coffee and As I head to my favorite spot with my book I sense someone at the door. I wait puzzled for a knock but hear none. I leave my coffee behind, thus allowing the steam to be choked with cool breeze and my book on the table with a pen, I go gently reaching for the door. There are thoughts that gush in, questions that multiple despite knowing the fact that its the past at the door of your mind, there was a pang of mixed emotions. 

Would I invite my guest over a cup of coffee that I left behind which eventually will lose its taste and aroma or would I just allow it to rule the pen to draw magnificently on my book? Questions that gives birth to more and answers that were all abandoned. 

Nonetheless, I am at the table sipping my cup of coffee , the aroma gently lifts me up leaving a glimpse of heaven at the taste of my tongue, as I lean and rest myself to the comfort of my chair, abruptly failing to recall that I had left the door open!, I see my unbidden guest a Cheshire cat with a mischievous smile sharing my table, starring right at me. The room drastically was bathed with dim light, the room of my mind, and I sit feeble wondering what my past has for me today, Obvious isn’t ? ‘remorse’

 Past seemingly has nothing to do, for bygones are bygones, unless you choose to open the door of catastrophic experiences with people or situation that has left you devastated, love shared that was never considered, and without exception you reluctantly go back to see if there are some remainings of past at the door, you will only rub salt in old wounds..

It can also bring Joy and tears of laughter that leaves a sweet yet wistful smile on the face at the end of the reel, that being said, there are no thought categories or mind map that leads to good or bad, On the flip side living or being are beyond all grades of thought ,which ultimately depends on your choice of thinking and a willingness to invite good old memories that leaves you utterly delighted which can add spices and all nice to your present or choose to slam the door of your past offense which will eventually consume your strength by engulfing you with remorse. Close that door, meaning leave it where you first found it if you feel deep within that it will hinder your present 

A Cup of coffee that I prepared this morning has a name and I call it ‘Present’ that was overlooked or to be precise dominated by unbidden guest, which eventually loses its  warm undertones of sweet scented taste, savor it when its hot. Have you ever imagined how coffee beans grow? They are not in the form of beans but a seed coming from a fruit or berries, so plant your present with good fruits(memories/lessons) of your past and not with bad fruits that will leave you with nothing at harvest time

A Book and a pen on the table is your Future , which you can design yourself in leisure, because thought can exist without language. You have the liberty to fill your book with imaginations and matchless ideas that helps you be proactive and virtuous..

I sip my coffee at ease that makes way for creative thoughts that pens down gently on my book.

Savor your cup of coffee “today” and you have the freedom to design “Your Book”!!!!

New Year’s Eve Recipe — Site Title

via New Year’s Eve Recipe — Site Title

 

 

 Why would anyone wish to drool over a tomato soup topped with  beans and spinach leaves, does it even sound like a recipe? Yet its been the most watched television series. Being a food freak every recipe matters like it was brought to my table to judge at the drop of a hat :P..

While I decide to take a short nap after watching a series of television shows on culinary skills I say a short prayer and retire for the day.

I wake up to the sounds of ear splitting ringtones coming from the living room intermittently. Its my dad making continuous calls back to back in haste(expected from an house owner). As I walk towards him he looks at me with eyes so wide filled with tears, so distressed and fear of  .. losing me ?? wait that doesn’t sound good! He covers me with a warm hug and a bright grateful smile. As we recline he narrates me an horrifying incident that took place at the early hours of New Year’s Day. He was grateful for having installed a CCTV Camera that captured the incident.

 

http://www.deccanherald.com/content/589867/we-didnt-want-just-sit.html

 

How a woman turns out to be a recipe,

dressed in green or red, black or white

As long as one tastes better than the other.

 

How the cravings for her becomes a natural urge to satisfy the hunger till she is groped, till you search blindly by feeling with the hands to hold on to something.

 

Why a recipe? when woman around are used as a substance who are ripped off, stripped and consumed to cater the burning desire.

 

To feast in the eyes lustfully as she walks by in an attempt to quench the thirst.

 

He reluctantly threw all her emotions in turmoil when he finally could grasp her by his side, when It was the only chance.

 

Now that you leave in haste, she looks at you with eyes of pity and will not watch in silence!!