Notes on Life or making a note of your life....

Making a note of your life

Its strange to be told, that one should be making notes on your life, because you always think there will be time to do that one day….. when nothing else remains. This whole exercise in vanity, has begun because a friend goaded me everyday until I gave in. I don’t know if any of my rantings will make sense to anyone but me, but what the heck, at least it will make good reading when my memory will also fail. The task of writing makes me shudder because even though I have many vivid memories of events and people who have entered my life at various moments and moods, I shudder to think how they will react to the sharing I intend to do…………so I will try to be as truthful as is possible.

Life has been kind to me, or should that read as, God has been kind to me. I don’t know which is right, but, hey feel free to interpret it, as you want. Does any of this really matter? How I lived or who was in my life, what did I achieve, who did I meet, how many hearts did I break or how many broke mine?

I know one thing, that I could not have done it alone…..it would have been no fun. Its amazing, the power of a single human being.  How much you can be affected by or through someone. I have had the good fortune of knowing some incredible people up close, who have in their myriad ways influenced me or shaped me into being ME !!.

I was a much desired baby…as my parents had waited for six long years before deciding to have me …and they were so sure of what they wanted…a little girl….only. When you come into the world with so much love around you, there can be no going back….you want love and cant have enough of it…..you thrive in it and want to give some back…you see love around you …..you breathe, eat, sleep in it…anyway it was a blissful childhood…because, I was the centre of their universe in a nice way not in the obsessive mean way…..after all I did have an elder sibling who was a big bro to me…..