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The sun's resplendence painted the sky and heralded the sunset.And the sun adept to its schedule prepared to meet the sea."More mystic than celestial is what I've always called the sun.Even though man has in a religiously scientific way proven that sun can never meet the sea,my eyes still doubt it for every shore seem to show me the same sight." Adam's grandfather began with his age-old tales and philosophies.Adam would have evinced his disinterest towards them like he had always done but that day those words started to make sense to him.Adam soon got blinded with the memories of his dog,Riley.He reminisced the day his father brought the five-day old puppy home,how little Riley would cuddle up in Adam's bed and its voluminous fur could barely let him open his eyes.Adam didn't raise Riley,they grew up together. Riley's childhood was Adam's childhood and Adam matured with Riley's age.And then as was destined,Riley's death killed the zeal to love in Adam and left him hopeless like a grotesque corpse.It was a bond that a small child like him could neither estimate nor describe to anyone but only feel the flames that fed on it.Adam's parents thought that his scars would heal with time but no one could understand the unfathomable pain in which Adam was sinking with each day that passed.Sitting by the seaside, lost in his thoughts,Adam felt the emboldened letters of his dog's name on its locket.Adam had sworn to keep it safe with himself.It was perhaps Riley's only possession."Adam!"His mother called out to him."Let's go son.Its going to be dark soon.We'll come again tomorrow." Adam nodded vaguely.He wanted to stay, watch the sun meet the sea and lay there in the light of stars as if Riley existed in one of them.It would give him the solace that he couldn't find elsewhere.As he dragged his feet,the sand started accumulating in the tip of his shoes and soon made it difficult for him to walk.At a point Adam felt his shoe strike something hard in the sand and the locket fell from his hands.He bent down to pick it when he found a small box lying beneath the locket."Someone might have accidentally dropped it here.Maybe I should return it to the person in charge here."As soon as he picked up the box it jumped away from him on its own.He moved stealthily towards it and picked it,with locket in the other hand.The box certainly had some magic.He opened it.Amidst the grandeur of the box adorned by some unique gems and jewels rested a feather.It wasn't an ordinary one though.The moment Adam took it out of the box he could hardly see it.On the rear of the box Adam noticed the scribbling clearly:"The truth isn't seen but felt."

What does to-do have to do?

Long before some great man coined the term to-do list,its concept was already well known and implemented in some stupendously innovative ways.Gradually to-do lists became so immensely coalesced with our daily routines that we started involving more than required into them to raise them to the likes of personal diaries.The more we get entangled into materialistic cobwebs,the more will be the content of the to-do lists.The movie 'dusvidaaniya' very justly portrays the concepts of to-do lists wherein a man makes his final list of things to-do before cancer takes his life.

 Sometimes all that gives us paramount satisfaction is the sight of all items of the lists being checked.But if you ever take time to analyse any of the previous to-do lists you'd be amazed to find how your priorities and tasks have changed over time.A friend of mine shared this idea with me that she had implemented wherein she jotted down things she'd do if she were to die the next day.Initially she made it once in a month to analyze then she started making it once in a week and found out how her priorities changed.They did mention her care for family but the tasks to implement that care and love differed.Morover if one list talked about one close friend other had no mention of him/her at all.She could only chalk out few things as common."It did teach me to jettison the trash I carried for people or issues that did not matter much.I could analyze the choices that I made in life and their impacts on the future and on my personality.",she shared.Writing down your goals and aspirations does not accomplish them but it does give the right directions and guidance that somehow comes from your own conscience. Food for thought!

Nth Day of JUNE

                                          Nth Day Of JUNE

Ticks of time sweep about

The cold air alive in mind

With a warm abode that sheds with it

but chokes me from behind

The illness wanders about

And the eyes cant open wide

In a gaze as long as the day of June

Keeping 'bright sunset' aside

As thorns flow away and

Render clasps the scars

That hurt no more since the shine

Is caught behind the bars

I see an empty night

But an ever smiling moon

To give me life as I wait

For the nth day of June...