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Water

dscn0127Water is the gift of life. But it would be unjust to say so, as water for all the living forms is not only a gift of life but a precious gift of life.

 

dscn0069Trying to find its source would be a magical journey.

A journey, that will lead to its end, and only when you’ll reach its end, you’ll realize that it’s only a new beginning.

 

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I tried catching it once, as it ran along the shores but all I got was a slippery eel and wet clothes. So, the next time when it rained I closed it in a glass and froze it.

I liked its white crystal form. I felt proud, that I had tricked and caught some. But as the sun came hard on it, it smiled sparklingly at me and before I could do anything it ran away like a naughty child away from my grip.

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Quest

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Like a million stars;

Wandering in the galaxy.

My soul, an eternal entity;

Has journeyed a thousand times.

I learn,

And yet, travel ten thousand times more.

When I become one;

I ask.

Did I learn anything?

Is my quest over, yet?

Or will I travel another mile?

Or will I go on another quest?

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Death, a question mark?

Nearly a month of moaning is over. It was only last month when things were going… as usual. One usual day the mobile rang. It brought the most sad and unpleasant news of the demise of a loved one.

Death, a disinterested topic of discussion, had knocked at my door after a long time. So, how was I to take this?

I moaned and cried and questioned as I imagined a dead body lying motionless on a bed. Normally, I had gulped down the topic of death like some bitter pill but today while gulping it down I chocked… and tears started streaming from my eyes. My heart became heavy and I could feel my body sinking to the ground.

What troubled me at this moment was that the physical body which had symbolized someone would no longer radiate energy. It had turned stiff and motionless and very soon will be reduced to dust and ashes. My mind started working on some images from the past – some, good time… spent together. He was like a father to me, and I had lost him forever. Although, I knew that the energy form would still be present somewhere, I moaned for the physical body which would be destroyed no matter what. I deeply prayed for that energy to be at peace.

Death always raises the question of existence but in a different manner – of the dead, and not of the living. It conjures images and ideas about life after death. Perhaps, that’s why so many fear death as we know so much about life and so little or nothing about death. Perhaps that’s why when we see death, we contemplate our actions, our behavior, our relationships with others and the journey of life itself taken so far.

Life happens… and so, does death. Everything could change in a quick second. In a quick second, when the warm breath of life is lured or hijacked to the valley of death… things change. Living is transformed into dead.

We might have progressed and advanced a great deal in scientific technology or curing of diseases or even have much knowledge about the functioning of the body, but there is only one question – What or who decides to let go or lead that warm breath of life back to its rightful body?

When a motionless body turning cold, regains its heartbeat it is no less than a miracle. Life so, is no less than a miracle as we exhale this warm breath of life each second. So, what is death? Death to me is that hard truth that is nicely covered in a glossy sheet of life. No matter what you do or how you do death will always be placed at the center of life.

Death happens because there is life; it happens because it has to happen. Life would not make sense without death and we would continue forever. Life, a giant wheel of warmth and activity, halts when death pulls the power plug of life. Everything comes to a stillness and in that stillness we try to make some sense of death. But, death is death – it generally doesn’t make any sense at first. We work it out the way it seems suitable to our human minds.

A death of a loved one always leaves a big hole in one’s life. Time, although a great healer, sometimes turns to be a failure at this job, and thus the vacuum created by a death is sated only by another death.

Life allows us to find answers but death retreats into silence. The cause of death can be known, but…death in itself remains a mystery. The questions about – souls, life after death (i.e. if, it is there), are we reborn, do our deeds really count after death or is it only till the time we are alive. We would never know about death while we are alive, and when dead we cannot experience life.

 

Unknown trail

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I was uncertain, but kept going

walking the trail with no clue

leading me, where to?

Was I certain of my destination?

No,

I was uncertain, but kept going.

Destination a blur,

journey unknown,

road new,

but was I certain

no,

But I kept going.

Certain was I of my steps;

steps,

little first, then

bold and courageous

I had taken for the first.

Certain of my determination.

Certain to walk the unfamiliar.

Certain to find an end.

With certainty I became less uncertain,

but I still kept walking;

I still kept going.

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Got my life back

After an exhausting week or a day I need a cup of tea. It makes me feel like I’ve regained my senses. I don’t care what time of the day or night I reach home but I’ll take the trouble to make it and drink it.

If I’m back after a tiresome journey I need my energy drink first, that would be- a cup of tea. Then I just go off to sleep. That would be like a dead dog. Oh! And before going off to sleep I keep my mobile in silent mode, no disturbances you know. Even if I forget I don’t care. I just sleep….cause I’m too tired and nothing or no one can then wake me up.There have been instances in the past when my phone was ringing and I had nicely received the call, mumbled a faint hello,and kept it next to my ears and continued with my sleep; irrespective of who was on the other side of the line. I found out that it was my mom, many times, and my boss, once.

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