Momentary monotony! .

- Moment-to-moment-proficient tailor

- This aging came and with it brought paravar knowledge, this aging came and happened by looking at the horizons of understanding. I felt my own closed arch opening

My eyes are now enjoying a variety of breathtaking views of nature. With the changing scenes two musicians are revealing different aspects of life on the guitar. The ears are conveying both rows to the heart. The scenes, the musicians, their words are all awakening a sweet salt sensation. The changing forms of nature and the changing forms of life and the changing forms of life can be seen in a different way. How nature can teach life! How it refreshes our life dance with its various shades. Perhaps nature is the original work. We understand that we are replicas of it in a slightly different way.

See how many pictographs are formed before we enter into the words of the poem! Yes, look at this, a rugged road, a plain road ahead of it, tall trees on both sides of the road. Autumn in the hour, spring in the hour, gentle evening in the hour, fog in the hour, the rays of the sun shining in the moment. Two young men, a middle-aged man and an old man walking on that plain road. Here are pictures of water, there are also boats. Gulmahor has its flowers in full bloom. Sometimes there are exciting yellowish leaves, sometimes there are different types of yellowish leaves. Leaning age, like the introduction of running age. In each of those human pictures there is a woman with a man.

Somewhere that simple road looks like a carpet of flowers, somewhere it even seems to be waiting for someone's footsteps. If it happens for a while, let's listen to those lines and pause next to it, the next time it happens, let's count the heart of nature, Sushma, and the second-third thought, there are the musicians playing those two guitars stopping you. Both are Mastram, there is warmth of life on their faces, there is joy. There is also the intoxication of living something. It happens to us that we just keep watching, listening, listening and becoming an integral part of it. Isn't it a great achievement to be dyed with the multiple colors of life and nature?

The words of the two musicians singing along with the guitar become the wind of the south and become attached to the conversation with Karna. Ah, this old age is expanding, now it is being understood in a new way. And time is slipping away from me right now. The remaining moments are to be enjoyed. All this will be lost in a moment, so you have to live those moments in the best way. Smriti Bhavan is to be created by making it a memory before the moments pass. Growing up, this old man realized that wealth is useless, matter, even things are insignificant. That which is is man. There is a loving connection with man.

That is what enriches us from within, that is what keeps us truly rich. Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either. He is happy to see the backs of both the young men and women. No matter what kind of word games may be born in their slow pace, they are the ones who create the beauty of waterfowl from time to time like a spectacular fountain. But I know that I can't play a single sip of it on my lips, or even make a leaf of it. And that is the truth, my friend.

Someone says a little bitterly - I have the best years of my life, so what do we call him? Shall we write such a statement in a humorous way? Yes, brother yes. Aging is like growing bamboo. An alchemy has taken hold - I have a few friends. In adolescence we would call a friend a white dot between our fingernails. There are only two or three such dots in ten fingers. That is, true friends are few and far between

In numbers. Yes brother, where is the inevitability of many friends? If there is a need, is there someone who can stand on the sidelines in times of crisis? Such friends are like Varshaheli, such friends are like Rajchatra ...

This aging came and with it brought paravar knowledge, this aging came and happened by looking at the horizons of understanding. I felt my own closed arch opening. None of me will be introduced to what was the best. When to give or not to give someone, both his understanding and knowledge began to fall. Now tell me, if the veil of youth is in front of the eyes, then why is it of any use? We can't even take a drop or a part of it, alas, we can't even taste it.

- And dude! This is destiny, this is creation. I have had the best years of my life - living in such a superstition is really funny, even ridiculous. It's just that in old age, I can recognize myself well. To be able to understand correctly is to be afraid! Now I count time in moments. Understand its true value before the moment is transformed into memory ...

Throughout my life, at different stages I have lived with laughter or sometimes with tears or with unbearable trauma, everything may come to the surface now. Even if its lines come up. I have no habit. Because I have come to understand the value of the memories that I have had all my life, small and big happiness. Aging is the length of my prayer. Being alone in his words, I am getting to know its essence more deeply. Destiny! You are the truth Destiny! I don't understand why I can stay here longer. Yes, old age extends, but so does destiny! I am truly indebted to you for all the life I have lived, and am still living. Every now and then I am overwhelmed with such a feeling.

Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either, Looks like BT aint for me either, Looks like BT aint for me either, Looks like BT aint for me either, Looks like BT aint for me either.