I really really wish I could turn back time.
If I had a time machine, I'd go back to this moment. Give up everything to relive this moment.
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
If I had a time machine, I'd go back to this moment. Give up everything to relive this moment.
Birthday present from an ex-student.
In a back alley somewhere in Little India last night, I ran into a group of helmeted riot police-men accompanied by plain clothes officers combing for rioters. It was such a surreal feeling. I froze for awhile, unsure of whether it was really happening. And missed the shot.
I think of you everytime I hear this. I know I will be thinking of you again tonight when they sing this.
The beauty of the human form and face vanish for ever in the course of our own lives, but their evanescence only lends them a fresh charm. A flower that blossoms only for a single night does not seem to us on that account less lovely. Nor can I understand any better why the beauty and perfection of a work of art or of an intellectual achievement should lose its worth because of its temporal limitation. A time may indeed come when the pictures and statues which we admire to-day will crumble to dust, or a race of men may follow us who no longer understand the works of our poets and thinkers, or a geological epoch may even arrive when all animate life upon the earth ceases; but since the value of all this beauty and perfection is determined only by its significance for our own emotional lives, it has no need to survive us and is therefore independent of absolute duration.