Life is a notebook handed over to us the day we are born. We
 are allowed to record our moments, to turn the pages as fast or as slow
 as we want to, to pour out our heart on the empty white sheets. We are 
allowed to sketch our dreams in all their myriad colors. Sometimes, it 
also permits us to staple together those pages we do not ever want to 
read again. But human as we are, we tend to go back. Life allows even 
that-we can carefully remove the staples to have a quick peep once in a 
while. This does include the risk of tearing the edges a little, but if 
we are careful enough, we can prevent the damage. After all that's how 
we introspect don't we---by removing the staples??!!
Life 
is a notebook, and what we write in it is for us to decide. But one 
thing is pre-decided. We are not allowed to write in pencil, because 
words in pencil fade away. Scribbles in pencil can be rubbed off when 
wanted. But life--it only allows us to write in dark ink. We can never 
really wipe off what we have once written nor can we expect it to fade. 
Yes, we can ignore it if we want to, but it stays  right there. It's 
almost always a 'you can run but you cant hide' scenario. Ripping off 
pages is also futile, because eventually that will only end up loosening
 the binding which will cause all the pages to scatter.
Life
 is a notebook, and our job is to make notes along the way...notes which
 will guide us in writing the subsequent pages, words which will bring 
back memories as we flip the pages open, some chapters we manage to 
close yet not complete, some scribbles which are too incomprehensible 
for anyone to read, some poetry which the eye is not able to understand 
yet the heart is able to recite, some experiences which we wouldn't 
trade for even a thousand brand new books.
Yes, there would surely
 be moments of hurt, pain, let down expectations, unfulfilled dreams, 
pent up hatred as well, which definitely would bring a tear to the eye.
But
 as we turn the pages we would realize how those experiences made us 
stronger, how we emerged a winner against them, how we welcomed 
happiness even after we thought we never could, and most importantly, 
how we learnt to dream all over again. And after all, what is life 
without a few challenges, and what is success without a few failures? Of
 what use is a notebook if we weren't allowed to write in it?? The sheer
 magic of life is in its unpredictability. It does not allow you to have
 any clue today, what tomorrow's page would be like---tear stained, joy 
filled, stapled, enthusiastic or blank!!
Life is a note 
book, one which is very private and personal..one which only the owner 
is supposed to read and write into. But as we fill in the pages with 
details of our mundane life, we sometimes come across that special 
someone who we can trust enough to hand over the book...someone who we 
know will treasure it more than we do...someone we can put our whole 
life at stake for..someone who teaches us the true meaning of love and 
trust..and that is the time we start writing through someone else's 
words. We dream through someone else's dreams. We see through someone 
else's eyes. We begin to live another life in addition to our own...that
 is when we stop writing and that thing called 'love' takes over, 
filling in all the details by itself.
Life is a notebook, 
one which will destroy itself when it comes to the last page. But the 
pages written by love will still remain, flying free knowing no bounds, 
speaking of the bond that is immortal thus bringing about a strange 
sorta satisfaction...
a satisfaction that we made it even through the end!!
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