Sink or Stink?

Long long ago,
I was timid, afraid,
And held myself to myself,
For I feared failure..
So I was never up for new things,
Thus no chance of failure…

It was all smooth and splendid,
Till I started stinking of the rot..
It was bearable up to a while,
But the stink got better of me,
Than the smoothness and safety…

So I was forced to move out,
From my comfort zone of the harbor..

I had to face rough seas,
I had to face the unknown,
I had to venture to survive..

There’s nothing motivating in life,
As much as survival..

And thus began an adventure,
Which opened new horizons,
Which poured in new options,
Which made me into another person..

I wasn’t the same person,
As I was before the venture..
After the necessary move out,
Life wasn’t that bad..
In contrary, it was much much better!

Yes, the seas were rough,
But my world has expanded..
Yes, there were unknown people,
But they are friends-to-be..
Yes, it was for survival,
But that’s where life exists..

The traveled wise me now believes,
It’s better to sail and sink,
Rather than stay and stink!

Thoughts on thoughts!

Torrent of thoughts gush through..
Picking up a thread seems Herculean task..
And not one thread is available to hold on..

Importance of those, at all levels..
Urgency of those, at all levels..
Dreaminess of those, at all levels..
Level of implementing, indeed at all levels..

They range from atom to galaxy..
From picking up laundry
To launching a new product..

Unless I know who and where I’m,
I could not move forward..
But if I keep on untangling
And to no avail, how could I go on?

Setting a target and move towards,
The most often suggested idea..
But what if there are so many targets..

Prioritise, they whisper..
With mind or heart?

Mind says,
Plant your feet and then,
Only then reach for the stars..

Heart shouts,
Just reach for the stars,
everything else will fall into place..

Will everything else falls
Or will I myself fall?
Some distant thought asks,
What if you fly rather than fall?

Mind shrouds,
You’re not a bird with wings,
Nor a human with flight..

And there creeps in another thought..
When I can’t even get
my mind and heart together,
How could I put into action,
For those plans to reach the stars?

And there’s that screeching silence..
When all thoughts come to a still,
And not a single thought on the front..
It’s a pleasure I seek when I meditate,
Nonetheless, not easily achieved when I do..
But not when I’m trying to find a way through…

And amidst all the chaos,
The chaos of daily life, calls out..
And in it the dreams drain out..

Now comes another thought,
All above are just your excuses..
Just put them into action
And everything will sort itself out..

Will they? Do they ever sort out at all?
Or is this what life is all about?

Cloudy thoughts!

A cloud
The image that flashes your mind might range from fluffy white to charcoal black and shades of Orange, red, pink and much more combinations..

But what is a cloud? Just air!
While a cloud passes through you, just a chill you feel..

Yet, the colors, the shapes, the uses… Phew.. a very long list indeed.. Not to include the number of instances it goes through dissection from poets, writers, lovers, best of them all kids..

If nothing tangible as the air could take so many forms and wear that many shades, why don’t we try ourselves, just a little bit to lose ourselves and trust that we could reflect the beauty of nature with its vivid colors?!

Expressions and Experiences!

Those who have seen, hasn’t expressed it;
Those who have expressed, hasn’t seen it!

கண்டவர் விண்டிலர்; விண்டவர் கண்டிலர்!

kaNDavar viNdilar; viNdavar kaNDilar!

This statement is with reference to God. But I would like to extend it to many other experiences.

We do talk a lot and we seem to dish out advises every way, whenever an opportunity presents itself.
But do we really mean what we talk?
Do we really experience the tales we spin?
Are the tales we boast of are from experience?
Or is the spinning of tale is the actual experience?

And there are certain experiences. Even the best of artist couldn’t express the experience completely even in the medium they excel at.. Such as a Musician couldn’t recreate the experience in the music. The music he composes could even be better than the experience, but the actual recreation isn’t possible. Even for the endless words available to a writer, the experience is altogether a different ball game.

So I suggest every arm-chair traveller to push themselves and experience the experience of actual travel! The travel would not lead to the magical world of Narnia or the fantastic Hogwarts. But there is another kind of magic in reality.

The love and kindness of a stranger in a moment of dire need.
The happiness of the window seat on a scenic route.
The shades of sky and the speed of changes during the sunset.
The smell of petrichor combined with the flowers of the local and human scents.
The rush of air and the play with the hair.
The taste of food after waiting hungry for an hour.

There are much more to add to that list. Which could never ever be completely explained even by exhausting the vocabulary of the world. For there is no match to experience! Ever!

I like You!

He: I like you!
Me: WHAT? That is creepy!
We: Just met strangers and the stranger has no prospect of staying on even as an acquaintance.

He: I like you!
Me: Hmm.. Okay..
We: New acquaintance who has not revealed anything creepy so far, yet without having any prospect of anything more than acquaintance.

He: I like you!
Me:😀 Yeah I too kinda like you..
We: Some new friend who has recently got promoted to friend zone.

He: I like you!
Me: Oh really?! I couldn’t have guessed it ever, even with a whole page of notifications of likes and comments of posts from more than year old posts..😛
We: He really likes me and I don’t hate him, yet..😉

He: I like you!
Me: He he he.. Me too dear..😀
We: A good friend where we both like each other platonically.

He: I like you!
Me: [Does a double flip on cloud nine and replies] “Thanks!” with or without a blushing smiley
We: Oh yeah, that’s from crush.

He: I like you!
Me: Shut up dumbo! And just tell where to dig the hole to bury the corpse!
We: That is indeed my partner in crime and shine.

He: I like you!
Me: Is it?! You know it’s the first time you said it? So what should I talk about, to dad for you?!
We: Right guess, that’s my younger sibling!

He: I like you!
Me: (in a panic) What?! Just like? What happened darling? Don’t say ‘we need to talk‘ too!
We: That’s not something I want to hear from my love..😉 I would rather have ‘I love you bit less today’..😛

He: I like you!
Me: OMG!!!! You at last found out that you LIKE me huh? After putting up with me for decades and being part of all my fun moments and also part of the ruin party of all my over-the-top joys?! Btw, I just hate you sweety for just liking me..😛
We: That’s my bestie!!😀


This is one of my favourite post from the past.. Just wanted to get a tiny boost to the stats of this post.. 😛 And of course, I like you too.. 😉 😛 Now let me know your reaction to my ‘I like you‘ to you.. 😉

Responsibility vs Passion and a little touch of Harry’s magic

​In the last book of Harry potter series, out of the many decisions he make, the one dilemma that struck me special is the choice between the Horcrux and the Deathly Hallows.

Horcrux is the job assigned to him, as in find and destroy them i.e. His responsibility. Without any clue of what it is, where it is but with the warning of, it’s concealed as any object, could be in any place and it is very highly protected and it might cost him his life and soul. Doesn’t sound so interesting right? Hmm.. That’s his fate..

All the horcrux and hallow in one image! 

(Picture courtesy: https://in.pinterest.com/source/thetudorhouse.tumblr.com)

Now let’s see about Deathly Hallows.. This is Harry’s new found craze and might be called as his passion. He is already in rightful possession of one of the three objects and has been using it for years, has another object concealed in his possession, and has a very good source to find the missing third object..

Now, the dilemma of him.. To go after the seemingly impossible task of finding and destroying the Horcrux or to go after the Hallows and safeguard himself from death as well as attain unique and ultimate power.

Despite all the inclination, he chose Horcrux over Hallows or in other words, his responsibility over passion.

As the story progresses, he seems to be in possession of the Hallows, even before he could accomplish his task to completion! 

Coming back to muggle-world / earth-speak, aren’t we finding ourselves in the diverse roads often? Between passion and responsibility? So can we say that, though we might go after our responsibility, we could also find oneself accomplishing passion too? 

Is it possible in the world without magic? May I take a leap to responsibility and yet find myself growing wings to conquer my dreams?

Random motivation

There are few random lines that stick to us for a long time.. Even after we forget when, where, who said or any such details. But just the idea seems to reiterate and give us hope or happiness or cause sadness.

To me one such line is this: “Whenever you feel demotivated, motivate others”

That is such a deep and valuable lesson for me.

Would be glad to know if you have any such quote or insurance..

Money can buy Time!

Yes, It does buy you time!
When you can book a flight instead of train, which takes three days to reach the place instead of few hours!
When you can afford a cab/auto instead of the long walk!
When you can order food to be delivered at your doorstep, instead of preparing the dish and later washing the dishes!

But,

The experience and sometimes the life lessons that are taught exclusively in long train journeys are lost along with the numerous people you might meet on the way!
The time taken to contemplate the canopy of trees forming an arch to welcome you and the feel of walking on the red carpet, while walking through a bed of Gulmohar (Flame of the forest) flowers are never available on a cab ride!
The ingredient of love is not added in a food ordered and delivered and also the silly banter and naughty pranks that happen while clearing and cleaning the dishes are simply trashed away with the cartons of delivered food!

So, Time could be bought at a cost. Sometimes it is just a swipe of card or few papers, but at other times, it is love, life, experience, and much more tiny aspects of life, which make a huge difference to the life.

Note: We’re definitely not talking about the emergency situations and like.. Do take it with a pinch of salt!

The spin of life!

Life keeps handing you the tokens..
With happiness and sadness..
It spins it and the face up
Becomes the emotion of that moment..

Eventually, the coin is flipped..
And when you are lucky,
The coin flips back to happiness..
I’m indeed lucky right now.. 😉

A milestone!

Today is a better day than most and special for more than one reason. And here I’m at a loss of words to articulate the thousands of thoughts rushing to spill out and eventually going down the drain..

I have commented few hours back on a Facebook post. I was asked, why do I write and my reply was, ‘Writing is the balancing pole in the tight rope walk of life‘ Those words just stumbled out of my fingers and it was so spontaneous and also from the depth of my conscience, that it was a jolt to read it myself. The words are true to the last letter.

It had been six months since the year started. It means, I’ve crossed half way through my challenge of posting every day..

And this also happens to be my 250th post on Ripples. The tiny drop causing ripples has come a long way since the first post. Every day is a new adventure and a new lesson is awaiting to be learnt.

The reason this blog is named ripples is in the hope that it causes intermittent waves and makes a mark somewhere someday. I feel that someday is so close by and I could see the ripples leaving it’s mark even beyond this blog. I’ll soon be posting a better post with all the details..

For now, I would like to boast of two simple things that I’m feeling very happy about..

  1. I’m going to be published on a flipbook by zero creativity. (I doubt the creativity is anywhere near zero in there, for the site is filled with so much art and interesting information for logophiles.. Do check out the site and get drenched with infotainment!) The link is here — > https://zerocreativity0.wordpress.com/2016/06/29/sun-photography-poetry-on-sun/
  2. I’ve published my first post on MyTrendingStories.com –> https://mytrendingstories.com/article/poetic-child/

Now go check out those links, while I tidy up my to-do list to make time for thanking you all properly!

Keep waiting, blogging and smiling! 🙂

Catch you all real soon! 🙂

Who’s dragging?

Does life drag you?
Or
Do you drag life?

Isn’t it easy to be dragged along?
Isn’t it content to be dragging along?

Isn’t it the path of anywhere and nowhere?
Isn’t it the path of somewhere and now here?

Aren’t you the victim to be dragged?
Aren’t you the leader to drag?

Isn’t it hard to resist?
Isn’t it tough to drag?

Isn’t it a drugged state to follow?
Isn’t it euphoria to be followed?

Does life drag you?
Or
Do you drag life?

Saving the savior..

This was the post I posted exactly a year back..

Would I say the same now?

Right now, I’m not being helpful to anyone or even being a very good friend in the past month..

Yet, when I read what I wrote, I feel a surge of pride..

Though I would prefer to be a victim and let others help me to drag, reading back my own words, gives me the push I need to move my lazy self to stand back on my own feet..

And this reminds me of Harry Potter producing his first patronus, to save himself, just with the knowledge that he would be able to do so..

I ask the potterheads to excuse me, when I’m bragging that my blog is indeed a time-turner.. 😛

And it helps me save myself and let me be the victim and savior of myself.. 😉

Now do visit the original post and let me know of your views over comments or owl-post.. 😛


Whom do you really help when you help someone?

Source: Saving the savior..

Sharing is NOT Caring!

Yup, Sharing is NOT Caring..

When?
You have a happy news and I am in the rock bottom of life. I could either see it as light at the end of the tunnel or I could rather dig my self pity deeper..

What?
Sharing your happiness makes the World a better place to live in, while pouring out your disaster story gives a life lesson for few, while it teaches others, how boring it is to hear a sob story..

How?
If you are finding some fault / mistake of mine, Sharing it with anyone other than me brings out many characteristics, but definitely not Caring..

So?
Even a deed with good intention could backfire, depending on the timing and circumstance..

Do share love and care, but be wise in doing so..
Also try to be open to receive the love and care shown towards you, for not everyone is entitled to received them unasked and without expecting anything in return..

Learning to or simply being?!

சித்திரமும் கைப்பழக்கம்
செந்தமிழும் நாப்பழக்கம்
நடையும் நடைப்பழக்கம்
வைத்ததொரு கல்வி மனப்பழக்கம்
நட்பு தயை கொடை பிறவி குணம்

The art of painting is excelled with the habit of drawing,
The beauty of tamil is excelled with the habit of speaking,
The pace of walking is excelled with the habit of walks,
The learning of existing scriptures is excelled
with the habit of memorising and understanding,
But the traits of Friendship, Compassion and generosity
Are in-born traits (and not excelled with habit).

Though the first two lines are famous in the usage I love the last line much more than the others.

Being friends with few is more easier than others. You could just start an conversation with those few people and feel at ease discussing many things, even those which you might not feel comfortable talking to with your dear friend of long years or with the one who grew up.

There are few who care for anyone and everyone at any time without any excuses. You could always rely on them for anything between lending you a shoulder to an offer of kind word to reinstate the long-forgotten-hope.

There are few who never know how to say no, when asked for help. And they are very creative in coming up with ways to help. Also you could see them feeling uncomfortable when they have an excess of something when someone else in need of it and they would even go to the extent of giving away, even though they might need it..

These traits can never be developed with practice or habit. You might act well the role of these people, yet a dire need reveals the distinction of these in-born traits as compared to the self-trained people. For the self-trained people take at lease a tiny second of thinking, whereas the people with in-born puts others first and offers immediately without asking.

Grand Christmas!

Yesterday I was pondering for a long time. That’s when a little angel came to me and asked what is today’s post? And what is the word you picked for ‘G?’ As I told her that I didn’t know what to post, she spontaneously told this story along with the title.

I know this is a very clichéd story. But the reason I recorded it nonetheless was I had the simple pleasure of listening to a cute bedtime story with a feel good ending. I loved the way she expressed this story in my native tongue in her own style. Though I couldn’t record the same awesome feel I had listening to this story, I thought of just recording the story.

Feel free with your imagination to visualise the story from a kid’s explanation perspective and have fun!


Long long ago, in faraway country, there lived a little girl named Ina. She is a sweet little girl living happily in the tiny village. And today she was so excited as there was only one more day for the Christmas holidays. She was very eagerly looking forward for this vacation as this is the time filled with gifts, but more importantly, fun with friends and relatives.

There is a girl named Mina, living near Ina’s house. Mina’s family is not that financially strong as Ina and hence Mina wasn’t so excited about the Christmas. Moreover, she was feeling low as her parents could not even afford a new dress for her Christmas.

Ina came to know of this and that night before going to bed, she added this in her prayers. “Dear God, Please send Mina a good new dress for Christmas.”

When she slept that day, she had a dream and a fairy appeared in it. The fairy said, “You are a very sweet girl Ina. It is very nice of you to pray for Mina’s gifts. So, here is a new dress for her and you can gift it to her.” When she woke up, she saw a gift box near the foot of her bed and she was exploding with happiness.

She ran to Mina’s home with the gift and they opened it to find two dresses, each having their name tags. Thus the holiday started with enjoyment for both of them. And the smiles kept multiplying all around..

Here is one for you too! 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

Share the smiles!!

Failure isn’t always a failure!

The joy of ticking off a to-do list,
The joy of scoring out a pending task,
The happiness of achieving some target,
The happiness of getting appreciated for timely completion,
The happiness of shelving a project after completion,
And every other joy of accomplishment,
Takes up the level of self-confidence a bit ahead!

And that little more confidence helps you to achieve even more..
And there is another kind of confidence that helps us to accomplish things, which we might otherwise find beyond our capability..

The confidence that you have nothing to lose, but could gain anything to everything..
Also, there is the confidence that comes with the knowledge of having every possibility a success!

Is there ever a possibility of having every try a success??

Yes!
Though the success from each chance is not the same, some failures are worth more than the success and hence, the failure can’t be classified as failure!

Wondering how failure is better than success?
Here’s the formula as told in Thirukkural by Thiruvalluvar..

கான முயலெய்த அம்பினில் யானை
பிழைத்தவேல் ஏந்தல் இனிது. 772

kaana muyal_eydha ampinil yaanai
pizhaitha_vael aendhdhal inidhu

Better to bear the spear that missed the tusker
than the arrow that got the rabbit. [Couplet 772]

This couplet says that it is better to hold the spear that missed the target of a massive elephant, which symbolises a not easy target, than to hold the victorious arrow, which pierced the aimed, easier target of, rabbit!

So is that really a failure, when you have a not-so-easy target, give your best efforts and yet not achieve the target?

And when you are sure that there is no way to fail, won’t you be tapping more and more success?

Be carefree for there is no failure and win more laurels as you are carefree and content with what you do!!

Answering Life

A Throwback post!

The key to a happy life is not about knowing answers to every question that arose in the world..

It’s just about knowing answers to the questions thrown at you..

It is just like another who wants to be a millionaire show, where you are awarded the contentment of a peaceful life at the end of the last question..

Hence, it never matters what all you know.. It only matters whether you know the right answers to those fifteen questions and in the right order..

It also doesn’t matter if you know answers to questions 2 – 15 but not the first one, you get disqualified then and there..

How do you know which question will come at what time?
That’s the riddle and beauty of it..

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The most beautiful way to get to know the right answers: Be alive at the moment, grasp everything around you, through sight, sound, taste, touch and feel them..

It doesn’t help you whether you are a prodigy or the most ignorant person in the world..

How intriguing and interesting life is?

Lost and Found

Have you ever felt lost?

No, Not the kind, where you are stranded in a place, where they speak a different language or you don’t know how to reach a specific address kind..

But, standing amidst a group of people, who know details more than your name and who you are and in few cases much more than what you want them to, yet, feel like being lost..

Have you ever felt so even with people, whom you used to call as friends, or worse, best friends?

If you answer it as yes, I am terribly sorry for you. But the next question is just for you.

Have you ever gotten back to being best friends after a gap of being strangers??

Yes?! That is the heavenly feel I am talking about..

The falling apart is so gradual that you don’t even feel the pain of parting, but it comes down as a crash someday, when you both are sitting next to each other like old times, but nothing else is like old times.

The silences are no more comfortable, and leaves both of you wondering, what did I do wrong?
The easy conversations lack the flow and they are revolving just around common topics..
Talks about the nuances of the workings of things beyond the stars are just history..
Finishing the line happens, only to prove how opposite the thoughts are..
What we think as what the other likes, are not right anymore..
The sync which was existing in the thought levels has vanished like a vapour and even the spoken conversations doesn’t make any sense anymore..

With all such differences existing, the factor is surprisingly not visible and the differences doesn’t keep you at end of daggers either.. It is just the time and the environment playing its role, as a by-product of leading our lives to our own destinies.

As life keeps you separated in space and thoughts for a long while, the good old times, come back as the admonishing granny, keeping the toddler in control, from eating way too many sweets. The granny, throws away all the time and space and arranges for a chance meeting on an unexpected spot, at a totally unexpected place.. Yet, the need of the hour for one of them.

The unplanned meeting makes you forget the awkwardness and you both get back into sync as if there were no deviations and no gaps ever in the friendship.

And there’s a little more beauty to it, when just the meeting of the dear old friend, has lifted the spirits of both and has reminded each other of their own strength. For few people could boost your morality, just by their mere presence and even without uttering a single word!

Have you ever experienced such boost to yourself? Do let me know with your comments..

Will you give away?

Once there was a tiny girl living happily in her little world. She had a beautiful doll as her companion and the doll had accompanied her to every single place she had been to. One day, she was strolling in the aisles of a mart, with her mother on her trail. Of course, her doll was accompanying her as always.

At the other end of the trail, she saw a kid and just as a kid could do, she went and poked him to get his attention too. He was rather busy trying to control his tears flowing freely down his cheeks. Without any thought of hesitation, she wiped away his tears and asked ‘why are you crying?’

He looked around as if he was looking for someone. Then he softly replied to her, “My dad says my sister won’t come home from the hospital. I don’t want her to leave me. I love her so much. You know, She looks beautiful than you. She is just tiny like your doll. But she smiles at me and winks at me, you know.”

The talk about the sister seems to have stopped the tears and even brightened up his face with a smile. The smile was reflected in the little girl’s face. She said, “Really? Your sister smiles and winks? My doll never does that to me, even when I give her all she asks for. But my mom says, she is just a doll. So really a baby smiles?”

He replied, “Yes, she also cried lots and pukes food. But I like to play with her when she smiles.”

The girl said, “My mom says, there is going to be a kid in our home too. Will the baby smile and play like your sister?”

“Yes, all kids do that, my friend said so”

“Then I will play with the baby too.”

He went back to near tears again and said, “I can’t play with her anymore”

She too looked sad and without any reply, left and went to her mom. She asked, “Mom, can I give my Pinky to that boy?”

The mother was astonished at the request to part with her most favourite doll. She asked, “I can’t even get it away from you while you sleep, now you are asking me to give it away? What happened dear?”

“Ma, he said that, his sister has gone away and can’t play with her anymore. He is crying for her. We will have a baby soon in our house right? I will play with the baby and he can have my pinky.”

She was baffled by the compassion from her little toddler and was speechless for a moment. Then she said, “Come let’s find out whether he will take your pinky home.”

What we do?

Who would make you feel more privileged for being even an acquaintance?
The one who shouts loud and long for a single step forward or
The one who silently carves a master piece and goes on with the next work?

If you say, the artist, How many times have you stopped to look at the work and appreciate the work of artists, not shouting out?

Is it still right to believe, in this era, that the scent of flower, sells the flower, rather than the false flashy ads for make-look flowers?

Do we have the time to say a simple word of kindness or genuine appreciation or just a simple smile for those who still believes in selling the flowers, without the ads?

If we don’t do it now, we might be losing the natural scented flowers eventually to the not so natural ones..

Perspectives!

He: I like you!
Me: WHAT? That is creepy!
We: Just met strangers and the stranger has no prospect of staying on even as an acquaintance.

He: I like you!
Me: Hmm.. Okay..
We: New acquaintance who has not revealed anything creepy so far, yet without having any prospect of anything more than acquaintance.

He: I like you!
Me: 😀 Yeah I too kinda like you..
We: Some new friend who has recently got promoted to friend zone.

He: I like you!
Me: Oh really?! I couldn’t have guessed it ever, even with a whole page of notifications of likes and comments of posts from more than year old posts.. 😛
We: He really likes me and I don’t hate him, yet.. 😉

He: I like you!
Me: He he he.. Me too dear.. 😀
We: A good friend where we both like each other platonically.

He: I like you!
Me: [Does a double flip on cloud nine and replies] “Thanks!” with or without a blushing smiley
We: Oh yeah, that’s from crush.

He: I like you!
Me: Shut up dumbo! And just tell where to dig the hole to bury the corpse!
We: That is indeed my partner in crime and shine.

He: I like you!
Me: Is it?! You know it’s the first time you said it? So what should I talk about to dad for you?!
We: Right guess, that’s my younger sibling!

He: I like you!
Me: (in a panic) What?! Just like? What happened darling? Don’t say ‘we need to talk‘ too!
We: That’s not something I want to hear from my love.. 😉 I would rather have ‘I love you bit less today’.. 😛

He: I like you!
Me: OMG!!!! You at last found out that you LIKE me huh? After putting up with me for decades and being part of all my fun moments and also part of the ruin party of all my over-the-top joys?! Btw, I just hate you sweety for just liking me.. 😛
We: That’s my bestie!! 😀

The pioneer

If you don’t find what you are looking for, start giving them out. Because someone somewhere is just searching like you.

You would very rarely be guided or be given what you are looking for. But you are not the only one looking for that particular thing. You do know the joy of receiving exactly what you need and when you need. Be that help to someone else.

Never ever second guess whether you are capable of it. You are giving out something which is non existent. So you are the best. But will it be the best forever?
Only if you keep updating yourself and keep running that race.

Do you wanna be the winner or pioneer? Start as pioneer and end as winner!!

The Day everything changed!

Here I got a blog to my name and gained few dear friends, to be honest critics. What better place would I have to experiment with my story writing? So here is my experiment with story writing. Brace yourself and dive in. And when you surface back, do drop in a word about what you liked and what could be bettered. Awaiting your comments!!


It was the wake of a gloomy day in a cozy bed. Perfect climate for snuggling in the blankets and extending the sleep. Wondering the time, her hands grasped for her mobile. Though she missed seeing the time, she did not miss the notification of the text from him.

Within a jiffy, she was wide awake. The text simply read “Hi“. Not another single character. Yet every single cell in her was jumping up and down. Her heart beat started to pulse up, to compensate for the missed beats of two seconds.

As the blood started to settle, the mind whisked away the clouds and noted the time. The time of the text, then the current time, which was just a two-minute gap. Her hands on auto mode typed “Hi..” and hit send.

The message was sent, delivered and read within the next two seconds. The somewhat alert mind started to churn the wheels with the numerous questions bursting to ebb out through her fingers. She came back to the surface when the next text appeared on her screen.

Am I disturbing you?

Is high pulse, fast flow of blood, dilated pupils, whirring mind any sign of disturbance? Definitely not, said the brain to her hands on a side line and hence she had already replied Nope to him.

Can you come over here?
At what time?
At your convenience, earlier the better.
Will be there in half an hour..
See you then.
See you then..

With the mobile in her hands, she was just staring at the screen. Her brain is yet to grasp what just happened. He wants me to come over to his home in half an hour and the drive from here to his home is fifteen minutes. Her brain was efficiently multi-tasking. That is, the thinking part kept pouring in the past and present, which confirmed there were very scarce message conversations between them. If and when they happened, it is over call. This just made her get ready quicker. While she was locking up to leave, she noted that she was wearing the dress he was fond of.

She was on super auto mode if at all possible on the road. When her senses decided to wide awake, she was safely parked in his parking lot. But she failed to note that his bike was missing from the usual spot. Since her thinking has got a direction of its own, she just decided to go with whatever happens, partly because she couldn’t think of anything else sensibly.

His gate was wide open and the things were scattered and out of place. That was too unusual for him. Her pulse quickened once again. As she rushed in, she saw him in his bed. He was weak, pale and sweating. He started to sit up as soon as she came into his view.

She rushed to hold him and as soon as she embraced, he started to sob uncontrollably. And in between sobs, he told her how he met with an accident last night as he skidded in the road. There were just minor scratches yet he was scared. And having a high temperature wasn’t helping either.

As she was holding him, all her doubts, questions and every bit of anger she had on him melted away as tears. As the tears flowed, the clouds of her thinking too melted. She consoled him just by her presence, more than her words.

She remembered how strong he was even when he met with the fracture few months back. She asked him what was the real reason for his breaking down to tears, just with the simplest of words. He shivered once. And was going into a state of shock. He could not string the words together.

She just held him dearly with all the love to wrap him up and helped him back to coherence. He started with stammer and then the words took the flow to say this:
When I fought with you last week, I didn’t even realize what you ever meant to me. I have been enjoying your company and had taken so many things for granted. Starting with the simple ‘How was the day’ at the end of the day to share my deepest secrets, you were there for me. There were too many times, you have answered my unasked questions and I was never left wanting. But just a week apart from you was hell. I literally could not live with myself in the past one week. I thought I will never meet you again when I was skidding through. I am very sure this time that, I could not even look forward in my life without you. Will you be part of it? As a part of my life? As my wife?

And he popped the little jewel box, with slight scratches from his pocket.

Tears were flowing from her eyes, but this time from the sheer joy. She was once again lost for words, in the happiness. As the tears caressed her cheeks, a smile dug a single dimple in her cheek. He got his answer buried in that dimple, and he got the rest of his life to fathom the depth of her love.

The Leap or Weep of a frog!

This is just a hypothetical story!

Take a pan of plain water filled half way. Drop a live frog into it. Let it be there for a while to get it settled. Now keep the pan on stove with the frog for heating. Let the heat rise slowly. The frog will still be settled in and not suspecting of your murderous plan. As the heat level increases, very slowly, the frog begins to realize and it will still find ways to be within the pan and start to adapt to the mild heat. At some point, it would even get cozy and well settled. As the heat builds higher and higher, the dumb lazy frog still wriggle and stay in. Only when it becomes totally unbearable, it starts to leap out. But the heat had already taken its toll from the frog and the strength to leap has evaporated!

I stop my story there, so you could either let the poor frog live or let the water to boil further and watch it die.

The following is not so hypothetical!!

What has made the frog suffer?
Did I hear your mind voice saying, the cruel heating the pan with the frog?
Oh, dear friend, why would you blame yourself?
It was an open pan and there were no other restraints on the frog. Let you wash off that non-existent guilt.
So what is the reason then?
The frog had the opportunity to jump off, when you started to heat it. It relished and relaxed in it. It never foresee the trouble nor doubt its ability to jump. It is the sheer miscalculation of the situation and self.

Since I hear your mind voice accepting to this fact, let’s move on to the final part.

Frog in Water

The frog in the water or Cat on the wall?

Now we are gonna role play.

The pan accepted to be the comfort zone.
The water is to play the pressures of wealth, health, physical and otherwise.
While the heat graciously accepted to be the time factor along with situational changes.
Now we need a player for the frog.
Since you have been reading through this story looking for something or just killing your time, you are unanimously chosen to be the frog.

Dear chosen one, now it’s you in the pan and the water is heating up. Are you gonna relish the gradual change while ignoring the threat, or gonna leap out of the pan before your strength becomes your weakness?

Dear frog, go leap now,
Out of the comfort zone
And achieve your dreams,
Rather than weep later
Losing the strengths!

Hallows and horcruxes of muggles

Every Tom, John and Harry does certain things.. But not every Tom becomes to be the Voldemort and not every Harry becomes to be the Harry Potter.. Yet it’s surprising that each and every one of us has a bit of Voldemort and Harry Potter within us..

I’m going to shock you further that each of us has our own Horcruxes and the Deathly Hallows.. Yes, just not one, but many.. Wondering how? Read on further..

First, what is a Horcrux?
It is created by splitting one’s soul into fragments and securing them in objects or living things outside one’s self.. As long as there is a live Horcrux, the person can never die..

Fine, How is it created?
As mentioned in the Harry Potter series, it’s created by killing with vengeance or pure hatred..

Oooh.. Then how come we do have multiple Horcruxes? ?

This Horcrux I mention is a bit different and is not caused by vengeance or hatred.. And the Horcrux I mean is mostly persons, rather than objects..

Hmmmm.. So how’s it created?
With every heart felt, tummy aching, teary eyed laughter..

When you do share such happiness with someone, they become your best friend and your Horcrux.. As long as there is one such best friend, your soul could never ever die.. You do live upon forever in their memories..

Further more important is that, when your life seems to be in a complete mess in a dark hole, where there is not a single ray of hope, this Horcrux helps you survive the toughest of time.. It won’t throw light and make you whole again, yet it let’s you survive..

So, what makes you uplift from the darkest of time and gives you a happy immortal life? The Deathly Hallows

What are the Deathly Hallows?
It’s the collection of three objects that could cheat death.. The Elder wand, The Resurrection Stone and the Invisibility Cloak..

That sounds too magical to lay down on day-to-day life.. Yet it’s just out there, at some distance, that could be very easily reached out..

The Elder wand
This has the ultimate power and could do anything, the master commands it to..
It’s nothing but our own mind.. It’s always at your command awaiting to shape your future as you will it to be..

The Resurrection stone
This resurrects the dead back to life..
So does our memories.. A moment of joy lingering in the mind, does splatter at least a tiny smile, with every hint of the memory..

The Invisibility cloak
This shields the wearer from other’s vision..
Is that not just another mask? Wear up a smiling mask and thus you have successfully covered up your inner turmoil..

If one gathers all the three Hallows, he becomes powerful enough to overpower death..
If one could gather the three Hallows of our muggle world, one would eventually become the master of life..

Go search for your Hallows, and let your soul be surviving and thriving with the Horcruxes..

Keep Smiling and keep eating chocolates, to ward off the weariness of anxiety and restlessness of the daily chaos called life..

Happy living!! 😀

Few words I grow upon!

The last part of this quote series  is from persons I admire, adore, respect and also cherish my life with. They are from my dear friends.

There is something to
Learn from everyone.
From few How to,
From others How not to!

This is one of those precious words that changed my perspective on life. This made me look again at my life from a third person’s perspective and it has been paving way for many solutions. Since we always are the better judge in others’ problems rather than to our own personal problems.. 😉

..Just start doing things that you like.
One day out of these things you like to do,
you will find the things that you will LOVE to do..

Trablogger

He is the author of the book  Journey is my path. And he happens to be my friend too. This is one of my favorite lines in his book. Advice is the most boring thing to listen, only when they ask you to do what you are not willing to do. Since this just says to unleash yourself, it seems to make a lovable advice and something which I am following.
And my fellow bloggers can acknowledge that starting up a blog in here is one of the best things we ever did. Starting a blog was a whim. But today it means lots more than an act of simple whim.
Because the blog we started, since we liked, is shaping our lives in ways more than we could have ever dreamt of!

You can!

This is one of the common phrases, but why am I quoting this and attributing it to one specific persons’ words?
Haven’t we all heard of that one bestfriend who knows us pretty well and sometimes better than us? And haven’t we all have heard of the deep self pity, where we have lost all our hopes of lifting ourselves up?
This two simple syllables  from such a friend has the power to get you back to the surface and even above it.
Just the trust from someone who cares about us, along with some tender love and care could cure most problems of self-destruction.
Try being that dear friend and let the world be better with few more  smiles and cheers!

A Jump in Joy with JIMP!

I had been away from writing in the recent past few days, for I’m back to reading..

I fell in trap with this wonderful story by an amazing story teller.. And this story captivated me and got me hooked till the end and is still lingering in my thoughts, long after I finished it..

I do read stories sacrificing my sleep, but there are very few stories, which steal away my sleep to find time for the story, to crawl into the tiny crevices of my mind and get a high chair..

Why just few.. They are totally based on the story teller and the story..

So what’s special about the storyteller here?

A traveller sees and observes more than a non-traveller of any mode.. Yes, I meant the armchair travelers, who travel far and beyond with the words through books.. ; Thus a traveller has many more stories and eventually they become good story tellers.

Here is a traveller, who had travelled places in a map and places unplottable in a map.. Hence the story teller in him is far more nourished and equipped with a great story..

What about the story?

When someone starts saying a story, in general, every human awakens the little kid within them, for stories are automatically related to childhood.. But good stories are the reasons, the kids grow to be better grown ups..

Some stories awaken the dreams for life..
Some stories colors and add shades to life..
Some stories teach you, guide you and enrich your knowledge..
Some stories pave way for opening new horizons..
There are few stories that even change the course of your life, While few polish the path of your destiny..

The beauty of a story is, it changes us even without our knowledge and thus without any pain or resistance from our conscious mind..

So without any more beating the bush, here comes the book..

The book that recently stole my sleep and fits into every type of story listed above is ‘Journey is my path’ by my FRIEND Jithin aka Trablogger.. I’m proud and would happily boast that the author is my friend too.. 😉

I’ve always wished I could communicate with the author on a personal note after reading few books.. I’m very highly fortunate to have this author in MY FOLLOWER list.. How amazing it is.. To have an author I like as my follower.. It’s a dream come true.. 😀

Here I’m enjoying and cherishing the benefits and beauty of the blogosphere.. For letting me know the author and even more happy for having some silly conversations with a good author..

Thanks Jithin! For letting me explore a new travel from my comfy-lazy-armchair.. And for giving me the joy of knowing an author of book beyond the words of his book!

I loved your book and I’m recommending the book to everyone who would listen to me.. I hope more and more people enjoy your book..

I sincerely wish you go places higher and higher, just not because I could boast of having you as my friend and follower.. 😉 But sincerely because you deserve it.. 🙂

Okay folks, now go grab your copy of this ebook here or the paperback through the contact form in here. The free sample is available on the Amazon ebook link and if you want to read few more excerpts, go check in here.. And I sincerely hope you too find this as an amazing read.. Waiting to know your views on the book.. 🙂

Ripples of Ripples!

Tick tock..
Tick tock..
Tick tock..

The clock kept ticking..
As a new blog was created..
As I wrote my first post..

Tick tock..
Tick tock..
Tick tock..

One post..
Next post..
Few posts..
And here
Another post..
It’s still ticking..

Tick tock..
Tick tock..
Triiiiiingggggg….

The shrill is sweet..
For it marks time..
A special moment..
And it chimes to shout out…

Here is the 50th post..
On the 600th day of the first Ripple..

It’s time to throw back a quick glimpse..

I started blogging as a complete novice..
Just to spill out few words of my thoughts..
After 600 days, I’m still a novice,
Yet my brain is being filled better everyday..
Better than I could have ever dreamed..

What I thought I knew,
At the start of blogging
Has undergone a radical change..

My old beliefs were shattered..
Fears were crumbled..
Still I am trusted..
Just to be myself and
Still be better than awesome..
For new paths were discovered..
And a new journey has begun..
Within my thoughts and beyond..
In the blogosphere and beyond..

The more I read and tread,
The more I learn and realise,
How much vast the ocean is..
And how tiny a drop* I’m in blogging..

I thought I was looking
At a part of the world..
I now know I’m just looking
At a pin hole on
The outlines* of blogosphere,
Which makes me awkward..

I wonder why*
I ever thought that
I could be worthy of blogging..

And I now realise that,

The simple moments of life*
Have turned into
The treasured moments of heart,
With the joy of
Appreciation, Belief
And Compliments
From the Dear ones of blogosphere..

The life is not just about growing..
It also includes struggling and
It’s about not giving up..
It’s all about writing*,
Even through storms..

It is all about learning to stay afloat..
You just keep Jiving your way*
And you would eventually end up
In the path you are destined to..

You don’t choose a path.
The path chooses you..
And all you could hope is,
Let the walk* be filled with beauty..
And let’s not be blind to ignore
The beauty in the mundane..

When the eyes behold beauty,
Our lips light up with a smile..
Let’s spill out all our smiles here and there*
And let us straighten the world
With the curve of our lips
And the spill of our pens..

And here above
Are the eight bloggers,
Who got struck
In my compass,
With their unique charm,
To guide me
Into various realms
And have accompanied me,
In the travel of my blogosphere..

There are lot more bloggers
And pointers that have led me to here..
They had been of great help
In unravelling
My knots of thoughts*

I could have got lost
And would not be here today
Even if one of them
Were absent or invisible..

I’m reading writing living* here..
And that’s not a mere living
But it’s living the dream* life..

Let my soul talk*
And let that touch* yours..
Let you not be a Martian*
But let be a sweet Mithai*
When your heart speaks*
To hit on the like button..

It is possible only coz of YOU..
The one who’s reading this..
Till this post, till this line..
For you have been with me..
So long through the journey..

Now let me ask you,
To follow the stars..
Spread through my post..
For these are the stars
That brighten up
my dark nights
and are my companion
at my glowing moments..

Now I’m going at a loss of words..
For the simple two words “Thank You”
Is so short to express what I feel..

As I go in search of words..
I hear that sound again..

Tick tock..
Tick tock..
Tick tock..

The time stands test
To our trials and treasures..

Let me hear many more tick tocks..
And let time hear many more treasures..
Of mine from you…

Tick tock..
Tick tock..
Tick tock..

P.S. – I’m sorry that YOUR blog hasn’t find place in here yet.. I do thank you from the depth of my heart.. For reading till here.. You are indeed special to me.. Which is beyond the realms of words.. 😉

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Thank You!!!

Why I might not leave you, Yet!!

I once had the dilemma of blogging becoming extinct like some other things of the past, just like my friend Darshith, I find myself drawn back to blogging unlike anything before..

I couldn’t pin point it to one specific reason.. But here are few, that might be the reasons..

I could choose to depict me, as I want you to see me, rather than letting your judgement, shape the me..

There is a personal touch and also an impersonal attitude in every post and every comment..

I could pour out my deepest secrets and pass on it as just another event, or pass on my mundane event to be the top most secret revealed to you..

I could create, modify and delete in this blogosphere.. Oh yeah, I feel God-like with such power, which is never ever possible anywhere else.. 😉

I could initiate and become the leader, or just lay back and be a follower.. Most importantly, I could switch roles as often as I like and it’s absolutely right and would never be judged wrong..

I could inspire and be inspired.. I could receive awards and dish out awards..

Since these all are too unique, I couldn’t see blogging becoming extinct anytime soon for me.. 😉

Moreover, what would I do in life without the ego boost I receive, when the sweet beeps become musical tingles for every like, comment and one more follower.. 😉

And a special thanks to YOU!! The one who had made it till here.. Not just the end of the post, also through my journey in the blogosphere.. 🙂 😀

Illuminate the darkness!!

When life happens, it drags along with it fun, happiness and even stress..

The more the merry and happiness, we cheer, enjoy and cherish those moments and keep them stored in memory for it to linger over time..

Hence it’s natural, that we exhaust ourselves, when we face negative emotions and find it hard to get over it..

There are ways to push out that stress.. The more the outlet, the easier it is to de-stress ourselves..

But is it just enough that we de-stress? Is that the end of the chapter of that stress? Is everything back to all cheer and good with it?

Phew.. The answer is no.. Nope.. Never..

Once you wipe out the stress, it just becomes empty.. As we would realise soon, that idle space is taken up by devil for his insanity workshop.. And this workshop churns out insanity, self defamation and obviously more distress non-stop..

So wiping out stress alone is not enough.. What else to do?

Instead of bothering to wipe out the stress, place something good and happy or just something you are so passionate about..

In simple terms, when you are busy loving, you don’t have time enough to hate..

Keep the stress in control by letting loose all controls of happiness, laughter and passion..

For life is not lived in the count of days, but in the days that counts in life…

ஆதிரை ~ Aadhirai

Is routine the rhythm?

With the summer holidays coming to a close and the opening of schools, comes back the routines..

The mornings are again filled with;
The urging last minute homework,
The search for a schedule given last week, to be brought to school today.. (In spite of being reminded two days back),
Commands to eat up fast and all in plate, followed by whining of ‘Tummy full, mommy’,
Packing of lunch packs zipper closing matching the horn of school bus,
A big phew when the bus is boarded at last..

The melancholy of afternoon, soothes the screams and shouts of morning and also recharges for the upcoming chaos of the evening..

The evenings are not filled with speed yet filled to capacity..

It starts off with a light snack,
Chats on what happened to whom and who told what,
Then it shifts to the list (a very looooong one indeed) of homework and assignments..
Whatever is taught at school, kids really learn to prioritise their homework..
Though, the priority is the level of scolding / punishment for non completion from the teacher..
Then comes the assignment of assignments to family members..
Wow, the kids do learn a lot… I’m not saying just about the curriculum…
They have become expert on which job to be assigned to whom..
Some are for mom alone and some for dad..
There the family starts bonding together with the whole load of assignments..
Which is punctured with a dinner and lots of small talks..

There went away the evening and night in a wink..
And the next wink lasts for few hours in the name of sleep..

Phew.. Back again to the start of a new day, yet the same routine..

Amidst all this chaos, lies the rhythm of life..
The tune being set by the kids of the home..
Though not a musical maestro, they give out joy and memories..

For what else is the joy of life, but for the tiny smiles and happy laughs amidst the chaos?

Take a leap of faith!

If you look back and have nothing to regret, there is something lacking in your life..

Life becomes an Adventure, when you live with your heart and when you have the courage to take chances..

Not all choices lead to the right decisions..

Yet, the regret for not pursuing a choice is always far more depressing than the regret of pursuing and failing in a choice..

Never ever let that spark within you die, for the failure in taking up one chance..

Life keeps growing and the perspective keeps on changing..
What was right, ten years back, might not hold the same value or reasons now..

If you are always bothered about living the life in the right way, for perpetuity, it might not always be possible..

So, the better way to live is to live in the right way, under the given circumstances, on the given day..

As long as your desire doesn’t cause harm to any person / creature / thing never ever fear to pursue that choice..

You might regret the way it ends up..
But for sure, the regret of not trying will kill you alive..
So, go and take chances..

The effort to pursue what you want with your heart is the true fuel of your soul..

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Take that leap of faith and you might succeed for all your dreams!!

– Aadhirai

A Blessing in Disguise!?!

I’ve always been a fan of butterfly for so many reasons..
An incident happened to increase my fascination of them..

I went to a temple, few days back, and was coming around the shrine..
I came across a butterfly in that path on the floor..
I adored the beauty at a distance and moved on..

I came back in the same path after few minutes and was surprised to see that beauty was still on the floor..
I realised it was not flying at all and presumed it was not alive..

Still, it was so cute and I didn’t want it to be trampled by unnoticing passer-by people..
When I lifted it, it showed few weak movements, so I left it in a corner for it to recover itself and fly off, for lack of a better idea at that time..

After few more minutes of wandering, came across the butterfly again in the spot I left..
Now I was getting interested in it and let it sit on a leaf and carried around, with me while seeing to some chores..
It walked a bit and was totally feeble to fly..

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Continue reading “A Blessing in Disguise!?!”

Me, in fewer words..

Of all the beauties of life in nature, the transformation of a simple looking caterpillar to an amazing butterfly, holds a special place in my heart.. 🙂

I came in as a little caterpillar and am in the process of transformation..

I’m in a different stage for different things.. If you are going to judge me, wait till I become a butterfly in that area..

Eyes – Keyhole to prism of perspectives

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Mind’s keyhole

An old fable goes on to say how four blind people fought over an elephant’s description..
The first felt its legs and said it to be a pillar..
The second felt its ears and said it to be a fan..
The third felt around the body and said it to be a rock..
The fourth felt its trunk and said it to be a snake..

Are they wrong in their description? Everyone’s answer was right..

Every description stands true to that view of the person.. But does it describe the elephant.? Pity, no..

What went wrong? Continue reading “Eyes – Keyhole to prism of perspectives”

The Soul Mates

While the world was created, it was created with just two human souls. Over generations, the soul got transferred to the newly born people. So, in the today’s world, every soul you meet is either of the two.
♥ Fragment of your soul mate.
♥ Fragment of your own soul.

When a person meets the soul mate, they complement each other and thus complete each other’s blanks or shortcomings.
Whereas, when a person meets the fragment of their own soul, they too complement each other, by nourishing the likeness and sharpening the senses they own.

Undoubtedly, the Soul mates make the best couple of married bliss.
Still the power of finding the fragment of your own should never be underestimated. For they make the world a better place to live in, by becoming your best friend.

Finding the soul mate, to get married, may or may not be possible for every person, owing to so many trivial or substantial circumstances.
But, every person could recognize and hold the fragment of their own soul in day-to-day life. The earlier you get hold of this fragment; the soul gets nourished better and leaves you as a happy person forever. Since, they are your patronus, you always feel the warmth of comfort and get rid of the dementors for good.

The classic example for all this in the magical world of Harry Potter.

Continue reading “The Soul Mates”

Paradise lost

கண்ணிலான் பெற்றிழந்தான்..
I don’t remember where I heard this first time, but I’m so grateful for the one who introduced me to this line..

What’s it about this line?
Transliteration – kaNNilaan peRRizhandhaan..
Translation – A blind person, got sight and lost it back..
Conceived by – Kamban
Verse – 325 of Kamba Ramayanam

This is an epitome of agony and pain undergone by a person at times of loss..

Context:
The mighty king Dasarathan was blessed with his children after several prayers..
He was asked, of his son Rama, to be of service, to a hermit in the forests, a hazardous job for a Prince..
The mentality of the king is portrayed as that of a blind, who had enjoyed the blessings of the vision and has gone back blind..

Why the line pops into my mind and blows me off every time?
The loss could have been described in so many ways..

Continue reading “Paradise lost”

Answering Life

The key to a happy life is not about knowing answers to every question that arose in the world..

It’s just about knowing answers to the questions thrown at you..

It is just like another who wants to be a millionaire show, where you are awarded the contentment of a peaceful life at the end of the last question..

Hence, it never matters what all you know.. It only matters whether you know the right answers to those fifteen questions and in the right order..

It also doesn’t matter if you know answers to questions 2 – 15 but not the first one, you get disqualified then and there..

How do you know which question will come at what time?
That’s the riddle and beauty of it..

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The most beautiful way to get to know the right answers: Be alive at the moment, grasp everything around you, through sight, sound, taste, touch and feel them..

It doesn’t help you whether you are a prodigy or the most ignorant person in the world..

How intriguing and interesting life is?

– ஆதிரை

A Single Drop of Water ~ ஒற்றை நீர்த்துளி

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A ripple is a set of reactions to a thing..
It might be a drop in a serene still pond..
It might be the leap of frog within the pond to the shore..

Let us assume this to be a single drop of water..

What is this drop of water?
What could all be this single drop of water?

It might be the source of life for an exquisite pearl..
Or it might be the last drop of tear from a parting soul..

It might be the excess condensation of a cool glass..
It might be the sweat formed of scorching sun..

It might be the life breath for a bee..
It might be the drowning drain for an ant..

It might be the life-giver..
It might be the life taker..

Nothing is good and as well nothing is bad..

It’s not about the drop of water.. It is all about the place where it drops..

மழையின் துளி ஒன்று மயிலிறகில் விழுந்தால்
தோகைமயிலாடும் காட்சிகளும் கண்டேன்..
மழையின் துளி ஒன்று பாறைகளில் விழுந்தால்
மௌனமே மிஞ்சும் காட்சிகளும் கண்டேன்..

Translation:

  When a drop of rain falls on the feathers of the Peacock,
     I witnessed the beautiful dance of the peacock, 
When a drop of rain falls in the layers of rock,
     I witnessed the silence of the grave..

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.. If you could find the beauty around you, be proud that you have a beautiful heart..

[ I’m the most beautiful person as I could see the wonder of life and stillness in every atom I see.. 🙂 ]