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 😉

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Unmovable support

He cheers up
By his reflex jokes
He listens
To your frustrated swearing
He speaks his thoughts
From his experience
He juggles
Among his various works
He’s free 24-7
Just for you
He’s humble
As he knows what it feels
To be on the receiving end
Of harsh words
He wants to spread smiles
He tries his best
He cuts off sleep
To do the things he love
And sometimes
To help others
Who mean something to him
He gives priority to others
And tries to play
A second fiddler
He knows the excitement
He knows the joy
He knows the freedom
Of letting others feel free
He’s a friend
To you
But do you feel the same for him?
Sometimes he is a stranger
Sometimes an old friend
Sometimes our family
But most of the times
Staring right back at you
In the mirror

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggersby BlogAdda.

P.S.: Today’s pick is Mast hua barbad hua of Asrar 🙂

The dream silence!

Silence is never admired
Not from anyone
Never from an old friend
Who had a great bond with you
You always want to be in touch
With your dear ones
And share the special bond
And when your friend doesn’t disappoint you
You should appreciate it
Praise them for their constant support
Such is a friend
Who silently stays with us ALWAYS
Never complains or demands
But also never talks
But makes our imagination strong
So that we can feel the world
By being with it
By emerging ourselves into it
These special friends are BOOKS!
Oh, I love the words and the feel they all give me..

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How do you describe a book? Which is your favorite line/quote/book which you follow in your life?

P.S. : Happy October to all. This month starts all the new seasons of most of the series I follow like The Walking Dead, Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries and many more. Today’s song is The Time of Black Eyed peas ❤

The power of extra “S”..

“She” is always more than “He”, in the number of letters and every other aspect.

Strength, tolerance, sacrifice, care and will power are all her jewels and she wears them with dignity.

Salute to every women for the various million reasons.

Respect them, preserve them, believe in them and that’s how we believe in ourselves.

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