You were the world

How can someone be alive one second, and not be the next. Millions of years- man got to space, got to the deepest and darkest parts of the ocean, figured out what goes on in the core of the earth, but could not come close to figuring out Mother nature. This is what probably many out there who loved Michael Jackson felt, when they heard about his untimely death. How can one possibly let go of the thought of a person being alive? Especially if you lived with and/ or, loved the person.
Someone came up with the line "time heals all wounds" because you have to say something to the grieving one. This is the one wound that the so powerful time cannot heal. Even if it's healed, the scar still remains, for life. You live and move on because life pretty much doesn't give you a choice, does it? You house this body with an empty soul, which doesn't wander anymore because it doesn't know where to go.
No matter how Michael Jackson's life was, it is obvious that he was very talented. He is one figure that probably every Tom, Dick and Harry knows, literally speaking. He created history, and will no doubt live on for eternity. May his soul rest in peace, and may his family find strength through this.

A taste of history

I got back a few days ago, from the land where the mighty Roman Emperors walked, and it's hard to let go of the enigmatic experience that I went through in this amazing place. Be it the age old piazzas bustling with people, or the not so crowded streets of the make believe city of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, this country is one to die for. Few places ooze this unique feel, in each city which has a distinction of it's own. In Rome, you go back in time a few thousand years to feel the majesty of the buildings. Venice- you can't miss the magic that runs through your soul, as you step into the city that stands on water. The Square of Miracles in Pisa, home to the leaning tower takes you to another place altogether, which is beyond definition. Florence gives you a taste of frescoes and sculptures that bridged ancient and modern art. The little medieval Manhattan- San Gimignano sits in the midst of lovely sunflower fields and vineyards, gives you a glimpse of alabaster lamps and ceramic pottery.
Like life and love, all good things do come to an end. So did the trip. I made sure I dropped a coin in Fontana de Trevi to assure my return to the eternal city of Rome, and the magical Venice when the air is cold, and the streets are deserted.