Water 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.
Trying 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.
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.
I would love to be all alone if I get a bed to sleep with a soft pillow under my head and a cushion under my feet. A music soft and relaxing that would gently fill the room. Some aroma candles and incense sticks to give me a therapeutic feel and make the pain and tension disappear and drift like a smoke in the air. With my body relaxed and my mind at rest I would slip into an hour or so of sleep. Then when I get up, I would need a rich cup of hot chocolate or even some coffee would be magical. Watching T.V would be just fine and then ordering some food would be the only work of a relaxing day.