Sunday, December 25, 2005

A hope

How a hope springs up, God only knows?
I was depressed, really disappointed with people around, not knowing who is at fault, me or them?But again ,it rose up like a phoenix from ashes .A very simple incidence but , it gave a direction, a meaningful one to me that all is not lost, there is a hope, a hope that still people care, care for things without wanting returns, that some have golden heart, circumstances can cast a layer of dust on mirror, but can't take its shine, once this dust is wiped off, again you can see your reflection. We were going to library, on the way, we were talking of all frustrations, but Kamala suddenly stopped, leaned forward, only to catch a butterfly lying on the road and searched (in the hurry which we were having to reach library) for a place to leave this beautiful creature, safe and protected. carefully holding butterfly in hand as not to hurt it, a tender grip with which we hold our dreams so that no one steps over them, tender enough not to hurt over own dreams that they suffocate and tight enough not to let them go.
So, again my hope remains.
In humanity.......

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