Simple Thoughts on Life…

What is life - perhaps a coin, a repeatedly tossed coin and death is simply the other side of this same coin of life. Life is all about common concerns, anxieties, hopes, attitudes and visions of the present and future. People mistake this coin of life to be a biased one, but alas, it will be too late till the day they realize that it is in fact a fair coin with the ferocious death on its other side.

The day has changed on the calendar. Yesterday is gone, joined with the past and will never come back. Yesterday’s flowers are dead in their vases; they will be replaced by today’s fresh ones and so is life. Generations come and generations go leaving behind their remains which keep lying in heaps of ashes, but a change is certain. Nothing is here to stay forever, everything has to keep moving.

A newly lighted candle, burns with a lot of enthusiasm. It emits a lot of light and enjoys the attention of everybody in the room but never realizes that it is melting and getting diminished. By the time it realizes it melts completely and is now too late to save itself. It suffers by flickering a lot and finally sleeps, leaving the room in darkness, and such is the case with life.

In this infinite universe, every being is like a grain of sand in a flowing river. In the river called fate, we get carried away along with its flow all through the course of our life.

Rhythm of Morning...

After such lengthy posts, here is an opener for a series of very short writings. Such tiny postings are intended to relax the reader.

The silent hour of night has come to an end giving way to a ravishing golden dawn. Can you hear the cry of a child? A woman next-door is giving her child a bath. The southern breeze is blowing the drops of dew off the cheeks of flowers. The newspaper boy is on his way down the street. You can also hear the sound of oil splashed onto the burning pan, someone started to cook. The phone is repeatedly ringing, but everyone around are quite busy, people rushed to offices, while their children walked to school.

A car speeds by, forming a cloud of dust and dry leaves, leaving behind thick black exhaust fumes. Women as a part of daily prayers are worshipping the tulsi plant. The ants are singing in chorus, servant maids have just arrived; one cleans a rag, another washes dishes, another beats clothes, various sound waves mix up to form a rhythm, the rhythm of morning.