As yesterday was Christmas even all carols, the decorated churches, the cold winter breeze the cloud laden sky the moon peeping from here and there every now and then, the carols being sung, the churches being decorated with neon lights, streaming with people, the aroma of the all spice plum cakes and of course last but not the least the gifts which Santa would give, as a little kid the concept of Santa was just so real and close to heart but as we grow up we came to know the real definition of Santa, the things pretty much changed and altered but that’s for the betterment of oneself only. Santa’s soul touching smile, husky voice, hefty look, white snowy curled beard, just sweeps me back into childhood days and the sledge pulled by the reindeers, the resonating sounds of the bells ringing, the sky touching stars all but all of that takes the aura of Christmas into different level.
GC is thus advocating the fact that why can’t we be our real Santa and enjoy our lives and live a contended joyful life with peace and prosperity, life is not just about a knife on butter but rather it’s a mixed pack of sweet and bitter stuff together, like a deadly combo of rum and raisin then only we know the importance and joy of the sweet things when we enjoy the bitter slice of cake, otherwise how do we differentiate between the two.
to be continued…