A book of 365 days – A new chapter opens tomorrow


Tomorrow a new chapter of my book of 365 days opens up. Looking back in time i felt a i should have written something more better, some thing more inspiring. Its not a new chapter for only me , but its a new chapter for all of us. Question is what we write on it. As you read this my mind racing with my thoughts as to what i am going to write tomorrow. For me a new chapter is new people , new thoughts , new words , new world. I dont want to say i am closing this chapter here , and opening a new one , this is a never ending journey of writing that will continue till my last breath.

I dont know whats in my destiny , but till the point i am living i am going to write a new book of 365 days , a new book of 365 lives i am going to live. Every day is a life for me. Every day is an opportunity for me. And i am going to live those 365 lives , i am going to cash those 365 opportunities.

I think we should all do this in our lives , it is said that every thing that has a beginning has an end. This book of 365 days ends here , but a new one is going to start tomorrow. A book where words would flow like water in a river  and when you splash that water on your face you will be rejuvenated , a new life.

I wrote my last chapter of this book of 365 days , and i will come back with my first chapter of my book of 365 days.

Till then this is Shwetal Signing off from this place , as ta la vista, Happy new year.

An Avid writer
Words that go with the flow are rejuvenated.



A book of 365 days – Just one is enough


I closed my eyes and looked back in time, and saw a girl waiting for someone to hold her hand. There came someone and hand held her hand, it was her father. It was so satisfying. And suddenly the scene changed , it was glory all over. The girl had grown up she was successful , working hard she had gained so much success , it was unbelievable , it was incredible. She had a purpose , a purpose she started living for , a purpose that gave meaning to her life. Helping anyone in need , anyone in trouble.

Not many of us actually have a purpose in our lives , a purpose which we could live for , something that gives meaning to our lives. Why is it so difficult to find one. The question always boggles me. It did boggle me 27 years of life until i found my passion and purpose.

Sometimes i find this world like an unbalanced equation which needs a catalyst or something extra to balance it. In the middle of our daily chores we forget the fact that we like something , we love doing something. But we dont , someone tells me i dont have time , someone tells me i dont really need one.

We keep living this life just like an unbalanced equation , forgetting the fact that we only have one to live. All this came to my mind when i read this quote : “life if lived properly , then just one is enough”. Yeah why not just one should be enough , till the point we are doing what we want to do.

As this unbalanced equation continues to exist , a point comes where everything is coming to and then the memories of the lifetime flash in front of our eyes. And then we ask ourselves this question : “Was one enough ?” , unfortunately the answer most of the time is no. Because we never tried balancing this equation.

I only want to say when i come to an end : One was enough  for me .

Signing off from this place is me , asta la vista.

An Avid writer
Writing is the painting of the voice.


A book of 365 days – A beautiful rhythm


It was a usual day when i walked through the supermarket in the subway. As i was about to exit, a beautiful wave of rhythm grabbed my attention. I could a hear someone playing extremely pleasant music. I dont know what happened to me but the music was pulling me towards itself just like a magnet. I was not able to stop, when i reached the source it was not only me but a bunch of people were lost in the music which the man was playing. Without even thinking , i opened my phone and started to capture the whole performance . Although i was making sure i capture every bit of the performance in my phone i was still lost in the music.

Some people have magic in their hands , yes they do, and i could see a classic example of this magic in the music. I always talk about passion on my post , but this time it was not only passion that i was seeing in this performance but also a sense of satisfaction in doing something that your heart wants to do.

I was virtually not hearing anything else but the music that the man was playing. Later i noticed there was his violin case kept open in front of him for keeping tips , i kept thinking what should i do , what this man would have earned playing this music all day ? I was in a state of dilemma . I pulled out some change and started walking toward him and as a i bent to drop the money i could see his case filled with money , i was surprised he had earned a lot. I am sure the man had more money collected in his case than what it was in my wallet. This was a sheer evidence of appreciation of his talent.

I would not call him a beggar , no i wouldn’t. And after walking away  i kept thinking what would i call these people ?? Artist or beggar ? My answer was clear to me he was an artist, but still there people in this world who call them beggar because they are on the streets. But i call them people with a natural talent , surviving against all the odds of life.

For now this is Shwetal Signing off from this place , see you soon.

Shwetal – An avid writer.
Writing to me is giving life to words.