Step Into My Shoes..

Do you like to make every moment count? I know everybody wants to. (But on a second thought, most people don't even think about the moments, let alone going ahead and making efforts to make them count.) I'd like to think I do. But sometimes seeing the way I spend my "moments", I wonder if that is true at all.  I just got back from a party. It was a Christmas party from work. I had not bothered going last year and until about 2 days ago, I wasn't going to attend this time either. But of late, I have been in a habit of changing my mind about too many things. so despite many obstacles, I ended up going after all. Although I admit I did not "enjoy" myself like the people around me so obviously did, I had my own thing going on. I have read somewhere that, "No experience is a waste of time; If it doesn't give you what you want, it teaches you what you don't want." So, while people were busy merrymaking, I was busy realising

I'm a sucker for sunsets and I am a collector of experiences. This one time, I happened to be around the area from where we can have a spectacular sunset view (not every day). The sunset didn't disappoint. I watched the bright orb disappear behind the city line until my eyes hurt. The sky was perfect too (but aren't they always?) The sun had set but the sky never stopped looking beautiful. It was changing color in a way that no words will be able to describe.  At first the bright embers of the dying light played wonderfully, rendering the clouds yellow. The clouds looked as if they were set on fire, now dutifully following the sun’s instruction to keep the world bright. In a while they started looking reddish, the kind of red that reminds you of the outback, the reddish rocks, the reddish land and strangely, like a burn mark. And then after what felt like a couple of seconds, they looked purplish. That is when it looked to me like an angry bruise. The purplis