Mechilpuram

Musings The ambiguity of life and fate is deeply intertwined, guiding the course of an individual’s journey on Earth. Too often, we dismiss fate as nothing more than God’s mischievous play - a delicate walk across a rope bridge, if you will. The ends of the bridge are anchored to firm, unchanging foundations. The middle, however, can sway, fray, or even snap. Yet as long as the ends remain fixed, the bridge - or what’s left of it - stands as a testament to endurance and collapse alike. Introspection offers a fleeting escape: a dive into the memories we cherish, cringe at, and can never quite forget. In those moments, we yearn to rewind the reel of our lives - to correct the turns that went wrong, to perfect the scenes that fell short, and to reshape the story we continue to live. Death is something similar. A void left by someone close. Irreplaceable. A fragment of life that continues to live in hearts. A great legacy is what we wish to leave in our wake   The way that the Per...