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Tryย all you can , missing steps when trying to attain a dream is normal, just pick yourself up and move on.

My Indian In-laws – Belinda Subraman

I remember India: palm trees, monkey families, fresh lime juice in the streets, the sensual inundation of sights and smells, and excess in everything. I was exotic and believable there.   I was walking through dirt in my sari,  to temples of the deities following the lead of my Indian in-laws. I was scooping up the fire with my hands, glancing at idols that held no meaning for me, being marked by the ash.   They smiled at the Western woman, acting religiously, knowing it was my way of showing respect. It was an adventure for me but an arm around their culture for them. To me it was living a dream I knew I could wake up from. To them, it was the willingness to be Indian that pleased them. We were holding hands across a cultural cosmos, knowing there were no differences hearts could not soothe. They accepted me as I accepted them, baffled but in love with our wedded mystery. 

By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)