Finding reasons to live. 

Yesterday, of all other days of my existence until now on earth, I found myself extremely grateful for having the privilege of a roof over my head. Ambitions and career choices aside, if there’s nothing else I do worthwhile in my life, I should in all possibilities, be capable enough, independent enough, to provide myself and atleast a few destitutes among the millions in the country a shelter, a roof over their heads, a place they could call home. Because, the fact that I’ve got a place I can call home is one major reason I’d be eternally indebted to my parents.

I don’t really know if I’ll live up to it, but I suddenly feel I’ve found my reason to live.


Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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