Somewhere in between lost and found...

23x1=23 23x2=46 23x3=69 23x4=92 23x5=105 23x6=….????? Wait! I can remember it...I can remember it! Noooo! That one stupid table I had been mugging up for almost 10 years of my precious childhood and guess what I still cannot remember it. Maths indeed was a very crucial part of our curriculum, I always wondered...exactly why? I never had enmity with this subject but also was never a really good friend of it. Parents=Teachers (A different set of pros and cons.) Like writing tables everyday, completing homework on time, they always being updated with every single event of studies happening in my life. I used to feel annoyed at times. But good grades, especially in mathematics always made me feel better. Maths problems were like...Raju buying 70 watermelons, selling 50 to Ram and 20 to Sham….why?? Nobody ever wondered. But he just had to sell it off...and we needed to make sure if he wasn’t going in any loss. Or those chocolates, where you could also get a chocola...

You wanted a happy story but I have written a blend, May be because life always follows a similar trend. At every cross road lies a bitter-sweet new start. For you are going to miss 100%...the untaken shots of dart. Every little thing you do..adds a touch of class. A stamp of your authority...that no one can surpass. There is always a second chance...a completely worth try. But you always have to jump down the cliff...to learn how to fly. Never try to fit in...like missing pieces of puzzle. When you can be the thunderstorm..why settle for a drizzle?