Sunday, April 1, 2012
I stared and stared at the tiny grains of sand as if they are going to tell a tale. Innocuous as they seemed I wanted to know how they made the deeply disturbing image I was beginning to see. I cupped my hands and saw the sunshine shining off those tiny grains of sand. I stared till the sunlight reflecting off of the grains made me cry and the sand was washed in the salty rivulets.
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I think these tiny grains of sand tell us so much about the life, that some time it is hard to understand....... like
We are surrounded by so many people but there is no attachment at last we are alone….like each grain …..
We laugh and cry but these grains never laugh and cry….. Like a saint…. who has achieved the nirvana..
Normally we share our thoughts with other people when they are around …. But when we can talk to these tiny grains in loneliness day and night…..
And at last not least these tiny grains tell…..
One can understand the “love” only if one has no attachment, interest and feeling of selfness……like these tiny grains of sand….
I hope there is someone around to wipe those tears of yours. :-)
they always a tell a tale, but it takes someone like you to hear what they say.
i love the way you express so much by saying so little
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