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Instants
by Naina Awatramani
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  If I could live again my life,
In the next - I'll try,
to make more mistakes,
I won't try to be so perfect,
I'll be more relaxed,
I'll be more full - than I am now.

In fact, I'll take fewer things seriously,
I'll be less hygienic,
I'll take more risks,
I'll take more trips,
I'll watch more sunsets,
I'll climb more mountains,
I'll swim more rivers,
I'll go to more places - I've never been...

I'll eat more ice creams and less (lima) beans,
I'll have more real problems - and less imaginary ones,
I was one of those people who lived
prudent and prolific lives -
each minute of his life,
Of course, I had moments of joy - but,
if I could go back, I'll try to have only good moments...

If you don't know - that's what life is made of,
Don't lose the now!

I was one of those who never went anywhere
without a thermometer,
without a hot-water bottle,
without an umbrella and without a parachute,

If I could live again - I will travel light,
If I could live again - I'll try to work bare feet,
at the beginning of spring till
the end of autumn,
I'll ride more carts,
I'll watch more sunrises and play with more children,
If I have the life to live - but now I am 85,
- and I know that I am dying...

May 01 ,2005
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