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Great Escapes We all live narrowly focussed lives. From kindergarten on we are drilled into a success syndrome. We have to study hard, pass exams, win gold medals, get distinctions, or at least pass and find successful careers. Then we climb the career ladder, rung by rung. We get married, have children and their lives then follow the same cycle. Before we know it we're entering into retirement and wondering what happened to our life. There seemed at times there was no escape from the daily grind of living. If we belong to the swollen underbelly of the very poor, our lives are focussed tightly on survival - the next meal, the next menial job. The poor don't have time to consider taking a little time away from the hard grind of survival. Their Time Out is the three or four hours they spend in the cinema, if they are lucky enough to be near a cinema hall. The alternative is a pilgrimage or a day's free trip to attend a political rally in the city, paid for by a politician. ...

Let there be space You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days. Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. Let there be space in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love. Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each others cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together yet not too near together; For the pillars of the temple stand apart. - Kahil Gibran ...

I have to go alone , and i shall go unknown. - Travel with Charley John Steinbeck photo credit:allposters.com

waiting by window on a rainy day " Mazhai Kavithai irruvarukum pidikum pidithathai yaar solvar muthalil?" - Siva

You'll love me yet! You'll love me yet! —And I can tarry Your love's protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry From seeds of April's sowing. I plant a heart full now: some seed At least is sure to strike, And yield—what you'll not pluck indeed, Not love, but, may be, like! You'll look at least on love's remains, A grave's one violet: Your look? —That pays a thousand pains. What's death? —You'll love me yet!!! - Robert Browning