THE news of her entire existence…THE blessed authority of becoming, what only God is destined to become, in every scripture, of every religion…THE CREATOR…
Of all the roles she had been tactfully and so effortlessly playing…dear Daughter, cute little sister, conscientious wife, jovial friend, efficient employee…this one consciously felt exceptionally special…
She went for a light stroll in her garden…and for the first time, those cute little potted plants of her balcony inspired some deep-some thoughts within…
This flower oh-so-beautiful, containing within, another bud…The flower grooves in cool breeze, ablazes in hot sun, bathe in rains , hitherto keeping the bud within integral, unscathed, unharmed…
Bud grows and the beautiful flower becomes a plump mass of life…not one, but two…the outer layer ages while the inner one develops, nurtures and matures…follows on…the circle of life…
She had had a great nerve…the mind reader, future teller, ms. know-it-all and so on…yet this acknowledgement was more than all she had ever known, more conversant than she had ever been of anything….dwelled deeper into thoughts and she could feel the connect…
could smell two fragrances apart…of the flower and the bud…
could hear two sounds…two cries of joy...welcoming and being welcomed
could feel two touches…pampering and being pampered…
could see the beautiful dream…of holding and embracing the baby in her arms…
relishing and cherishing the dream… she went back to sleep…her world dancing to the tunes of happiness and infusing in the pounding of two heartbeats…of creation and being created…
Of all the roles she had been tactfully and so effortlessly playing…dear Daughter, cute little sister, conscientious wife, jovial friend, efficient employee…this one consciously felt exceptionally special…
She went for a light stroll in her garden…and for the first time, those cute little potted plants of her balcony inspired some deep-some thoughts within…
This flower oh-so-beautiful, containing within, another bud…The flower grooves in cool breeze, ablazes in hot sun, bathe in rains , hitherto keeping the bud within integral, unscathed, unharmed…
Bud grows and the beautiful flower becomes a plump mass of life…not one, but two…the outer layer ages while the inner one develops, nurtures and matures…follows on…the circle of life…
She had had a great nerve…the mind reader, future teller, ms. know-it-all and so on…yet this acknowledgement was more than all she had ever known, more conversant than she had ever been of anything….dwelled deeper into thoughts and she could feel the connect…
could smell two fragrances apart…of the flower and the bud…
could hear two sounds…two cries of joy...welcoming and being welcomed
could feel two touches…pampering and being pampered…
could see the beautiful dream…of holding and embracing the baby in her arms…
relishing and cherishing the dream… she went back to sleep…her world dancing to the tunes of happiness and infusing in the pounding of two heartbeats…of creation and being created…