The Colour of Water

The other day, I had been to a scenic waterfall near a village in the North-East. I had a real crappy day until then. It was almost dusk – with the reflection of the Sun dazzling on the flowing water on the rocks. It was cold. And I reflected on my life. Life so far. The moments of ecstasy and of agony came rushing into my head. I lost control of myself. Drowned in thoughts. And the sound of the waterfall made it more intense. Before I realised, a tear rolled down from my cheek and dropped into the water. I heard its voice when it met the water. But I couldn’t find it where it went with the flow. I didn’t realise that it was almost dark, until a friend of mine came to me, searching and calling my name. He found me. I asked him to sit beside me for a while. And he did.

“What’s wrong with you, mate?” he asked.

“You know, brother, I was wondering how pure love and relationships could be. You see, this flowing water? And the rocks beneath? It’s so pure. It’s its nature, to be pure. Even if you dump dirt, garbage in it, eventually it will wash them with itself and reflect purity again. It doesn’t need anyone to help it. It is water, it’s pure. All it needs is to look down, flow downstream. You see, when I tried to wash my face, I was shocked to see my reflection. Then it washed away everything. I felt all new. Such has been relationships – when we see a downstream, it is actually washing away the impurities. It makes it transparent. Such is the colour of love compared to that of water. Both are same. And both do the same work.”

“Yes, you’re right brother,” replied my friend. “I am with you. Now, come on. Cheer up. You are the best person I know of. Come, the bus is awaiting us on the other side of the ‘road’. You know that.”

“Road?”

“Yes, brother.”

“Oh, yes. The road, of course. The dust again.”

P.S.: Isn’t this post classic? I am not trying to praise my work. This was not written by me. This was written by my cousin, the one who wrote THE DARK SIDE OF LOVE. He is a blessing to me and helps me in my shortcomings. Hope he writes more and shares with all of us. Today’s pick is Riders on the storm of The Doors 😉

Legacy!!

I am a good guy,

and this difference has been made by you,

as I learned many good and positive things from you.

You helped me in need,

You gave me a place to live,

You made me smile in sad times,

You gave me food to eat,

You gave me clothes to wear,

You introduced me to a sweet thing called love,

You made me your brother first,

And that inspired me to make you my brother.

We don’t share blood relation,

but our bond is very pure,

and we don’t need to talk daily to keep that bond strong,

because I know the Bond is divine,

and we trust each other up to the best,

You have made me the Guy I am,

and when neighbor’s aunt, says to their kids, “Be like Him!”,

I silently THANK YOU in my heart for being a part of me.

Hope I can carry on the Legacy.

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P.S.: Dedicated to all the influencing people of my life!!