DARK CORRIDORS

Sometimes life finds its way through dark corridors....jus like the dark one in the third floor of the ladies hostel , where there aint any soul in the whole floor, to occupy a room other than me.

Yeah...it was dark coz the tubelight was no longer working. Everytime I got to walk by , silent cats crouching in the darkness surprised me. Many a times I walked back to room after dinner, lively memories of my life with my friends haunted me...the giggles, the lil fights..woh! it was so much fun.I was also occasionally reminded of my mother and her voice, which is only a phone call away.

Sometimes you jus cant help...life aint all smiles, life is still and numb, and I am like a water colour, diluted in silence. Those lines from 'Ancient Mariner' pops up into my mind...' a painted ship upon a painted ocean ' . Sometimes life aint easy, its a tough game! It always is, but you may not realise it in good company. :)I gaze at the stars and the moon...but they dont talk, nor does my laptop.

Some dark corridors in life are inevitable, and it is always upto us to stand up against it, put a lil effort and bring back the meaning to our lives. And afterall, these are just dark corridors, which will pass by in a short while. Just spare a thought and you will realise, there are people in the world who don't deal with dark corridors, but helplessly gaze at the darkness that fills their lives. They can be the aged; they can be the diseased, waiting for death to embrace them; or they can be any of the destitutes. In fact dark corridors are definitely tolerable, when I think of the sudden unfortunate twist in the lives of the kith and kin of the Mangalore plane crash disaster.

Smiles or tears, fun or grief, togetherness or loneliness, love or hatred... at the end life is all about ATTITUDE...its always how one takes it that matters. Every corridor, dark or bright, that I pass through in my life, does teach me a lesson; it only matters whether I am really able to learn something from it . :)