Little pebbles by the river bed, each with its own story.
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Sometimes I wonder how peaceful it must be to be a tree. It's content with itself no matter where it is. It could be in a deep forest or high on a hill,. It could be in the middle of a city or on a deserted island. It could be in any far away place where no human eyes will ever fall upon it. And yet it is content. It doesn't seek anyone's attention. It only seeks to grow with the sun above and the ground below . It flowers even when no one's there to see or...
The wind was cool in the night. That was the only thing making him feel calm. His head was so jammed with thoughts that the only thing he could do was to breathe. There was a dead quietness in the night which really wasn't quiet enough as he could hear the traffic. But that was good. It made him realize that there was life out there. Even though inside him life was getting sucked out by all tiring thoughts. To get away from it all he started walking. As if he could run away from his brain. Just...
Isn't fall the most wonderful time of the year? There is a faint cheerfulness in the air. Sure it's the warning of a cold winter coming up but at least for now it is pleasantly cool. Just after a long hot day a cool evening to please your mind. To Make you forget all long days work. You look forward to a bit of festivity and some rest. Just like in winter. Christmas, New Year and some relaxing time with your family. A year is just a long day. Spring brings hope of a new day. Cool and calm...
As I pick up this pebble in my hand I wonder, how long its been here? Where did it come from? It just stays here in my hand, like a weightless spectator. Without slightest care for what I would do with it. Would I throw it back into the water? May be that's where it came from. Longing to go back. Finally the moment has arrived. Its been touched and its life is going to take a new turn. Its holding its breath in anticipation. Any moment now the decision would be made, either thrown away in the...
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