myriad of little things

Today's blog post is about a famous short story published  orginally  on galacanet  website by Andy Weir in the year 2009.   This story is a thought provoking read and I guess after reading it you will not be the same as you came. All my purpose of republishing this is that,  you shall take the departure, pain and loss given by others a bit lightly  cause somewhere I believe that  we all are connected. " You are a part of me and I'm a part of you or maybe we are a part of something bigger unit." "The Egg" (by: Andy Weir) You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The  EMTs  tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And that’s when you met me. “What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?” “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No

"I have always been in a situation where I have questioned love but it had only brought me inside a dense maze whose treasure or exit is no where in sight." Questioning on love that is where I have fell wrong at times although I still can't stop myself from it. Even if few days has passed in love even if you doubt the future or the lover or you have many unfamiliar doubts about consequences.  Somebody told me once you can't have all the answers at once. Yeah, we all are curious and wandering souls but to the overthinkers I would pass on the same advice that time will definitely reveal your answers. Draining your energy, emotions and time (to which Einstein gave the importance of 4th dimension) is unimportant and even useless.  Someone has once said to me, " If somebody loved you more than infinity then do tell me the new value and tell him that you are lucky. You may like it or not but love will always find a way towards you . And no matter what l