Two topics that would seem hard to link together in a metaphor, right? But somehow I managed it today in semiconductors class, in that half a minute before I jerked back to attention again.Time sometimes feels like those brightly coloured sweets you see in shop windows. You pull and pull at it and end up swallowing a great chunk. It isn't possible to delicately nibble, you don't get the flavour or enjoy the sweetness. They come in all colours, from vermillion red to emerald green, to sickly yellow and burnt black.
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...known better as Karachi Halwa :D
Thanks @anon :) I never knew their real name. Only Haldiram's sells them as Badam halwa, I think.
"Time sometimes feels like those brightly coloured sweets you see in shop windows"
time?
for me, its simple
have you ever been to a sunny beach?
have you ever tried to take handful of sand in your hand and hold it tightly?
Time is more like the sand that falls from the gaps in your fingers, no matter how hard you try to hold it
its not what in your hands, its that which you lose
and I am not sure how "this time" will taste if one takes a mouthful :P
~$udhi :)
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