No one is sure about the future. All are burning in anxiety and fear. How one can live when he is hiding in the form of religion, God, philosophy, Love, Hate, Birth and Death? How can he taste the real flavor of life?
When a drop of water comes from the cloud saying a good bye to its home, is it beaming with fear about its future? Does it change its mood by the threatened thunder? Is the droplet is thinking whether it is going to be burnt on a hot frying pan, or is going to be a hope for a suicidal farmer, or is going to be a member of other droplets in the river to make a flood, or is going to lose its identity in a desert? Does it think? I hope no, else it can’t reflect its inner beauty while pierced through a sun ray to make a rainbow.
No, it knows no fear. It knows only one thing, to move towards its destiny, to fall on the earth. Nothing can change its direction; nothing can hide its destination. A droplet is as stubborn as a new born baby to cry for anything it wants to get. This makes the God to appear as an oyster to hug and keep the tiny droplet inside his heart to show the world the impact of determination, a pearl.
2 comments:
i like the second paragraph....the way u compare is gud...i like it....
imagine that a pearl is a character in your life...how u will describe it....write a story on "A new pearl in an ocean".imagine the pearl as a new born baby in this world.ASAP..
no excuse ok..........3 paragraph is not enough to describe about the most beautifu thing....want u to write more.......
An inspiring write-up. (y)
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