The names that touches my heart...

The names that touches my heart...

Some distance dear friend had just sent me somekind of email today. The content had such words of beauty that triggers my mind to share them with all of you here.
Today is the day I wish to think about myself. Seek both in my heart and soul, for the names of those, whose names are written in my book of life .

The names of those I have now lost touch with and the names of those who are close to me every time I need them. I want to go through each page of my book and remember the names that were important in my childhood, my young years and Now.Those I no longer meet often and those I meet every time the sun rises The names of those I will always carry in my mind. Those who stood by me in hard times and those with whom I share a smile.The names of those I have hurt and those who brought a tear to my eyes. Those from whom I have learnt lessons and perhaps have learnt something from me.
Those names are now part of my human existence. Those that are no longer here, are with me in every prayer and the names of those that came into my life for a season and then carried on their own jurney are etched in my heart.

I am thankful to those that at one time or other have been with me in times of sadness and lonelinesss. Those who have always encouraged me and lent me an ear when i had lost my way..

True friendship is like the marriage of souls, sharing good times and bad times. Friendship is feeling what the other feels. It has no time, age, colour or sex. It has no boundaries. It is magnanimous with the faults and enhances the the virtues of others.
As I go through the pages of my book I would like every thorn to change into a bed of roses. Change tears into smiles and hugs,and change the darkest night into a stary one. Change each aching minute into a feeling of total happiness and relief.

I am thankful you have let me be a part of your life story and wish I have been or I am part of yours.

I am thankful for each of those names that have left a mark in my heart. Making friends is a blessing. Having a friend is a gift, being or having been your friend is an honour.

As we walked trough our lifeline...we mostly tend to forget people those who have been thouching our heart along the ways...

We forget them...

We ignore them....

We sometimes hurt them...

Those are the names ...that had touched our heart.