Life is a Journey - Visitor's Story

by Rajesh
(Vancouver, Canada)

Using the brush to color my hair suddenly took me down the memory lane reminding me of the painting brush I used in school to paint a home.

Today at 40 it is still a dream, a painting indeed in my head how my house will be. I am sure it will manifest but at the moment I am in a single room apartment, single and alone.

Lonely but yet lot of hopes and faith. And thoughts... But didn’t I read that thoughts become things, yes they do but not a clutter of thoughts. Single pure good intent thoughts. Enough of preaching all self-help books help for some time. It's time I state facts.

It was one sunny afternoon that I told my dad that I would like to settle aboard and he without a blink said, "Yes... sure." So I did wind up my business, gave my jobs up and said I shall start afresh.

You see it's always the emotional Indian parents who want to fulfill their kids' dreams at their own costs, so with the green signal given I made the move from Linking road to Lonsdale.

And as they see what you see what you hear and what you feel are all different things. It’s just not the change in the climate. What hits you is the cold attitude.

It’s at time like that I get the strength from memories, warm memories of mom Khana and the Hindi movies Kha Ghana.

Why people like me don’t go ahead is we live in the past and for all who are making kits for survival for the shift of the axis, I started writing tips to survive your soul.