Life is Beautiful?

I often think of myself,

What my future will be? What is coming next? How I could make it really beautiful? Am I going to be successful? Who am I going to meet in my life?  What if I was dead tomorrow? Am I worth to someone?

Questions always used to hang around and left me busy thinking, luckily I never felt bored. I never stood for a second opinion, I did what I loved and mostly I got criticized. Sometimes I think how st, I These days I can’t control myself being criticized but am realizing that life is beautiful.The most difficult path can definitely show the most beautiful view.

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Life is really praiseworthy quarreling with Beena, adjusting with granny’s advice, getting things done, giving Mummy-advices to others ,going on with my favorite things, enjoying little gossips and many more. Little little things are of great spice to life than bigger things. It’s heavily raining here now I could see those rain droplets clinching at leaf tips and shining there smile at me, cool breeze making me fresh and alive, warmth of my sipping tea making me more happy ,noise of those plates in kitchen playing with Beena and of course my barmy thoughts playing with my mind. I am really anxious to go back school, it’s not because am very studious it’s just to meet them all, my friends. And life is not complete without Edmond Dantes, Paris Cafes and my little knowledge in French.
 I love to go through my old photo albums, memories of my days with my Appu chetan,talking of my Tatteppa,recollecting comedies of our Rajan maaman,struggles of my father , replaying my favorite song for a long time, chatting with my Beena, enjoyment with my Asha miss ,writing some idiocy in my diary, irritating and making fun of granny and many more.  Okay, I'm bored now.