Random thoughts...

God creates A Man and fills his heart with love. God loves and cares a lot for HIS creation. The Man cherishes this and the presence of God around him. He secretly wishes for this to last forever, and wishes to stay here with God, in HIS safe haven. But God has different plans for him. When the time seems right, the Almighty wishes to send HIS beloved Man to Earth - as a human - among the other humanly figures. The Man refuses, as he is afraid and fragile. God assures him to be around him in disguise. The Man leaves for the earth. And one fine day, here he comes; back to God, in HIS safe haven. God is happy to see HIS beloved child, but the man looks back at HIM in disdain. God learns that HIS child has returned back with an empty heart. The Man cries to explain why. "O Almighty. Forgive me as I failed YOU. For my entire life, I kept on giving love from my heart, but I could find no one to give it back and as I ran out of it, I had to come back to YOU." God ...

Smell of fresh pages! That notebook was made with finest handmade paper. It  was delicately put together by experienced hands of adroit women. Every single page of the notebook was a result of; killing of a few fine Argali shrubs of Himalayas, hours and hours of preparation in a small handicraft workshop of an ancient monastery, and last & desperate effort of survival by a few old ladies of Borong village in Sikkim. The Man came into the shop with so much promise ! The whole shop looked at him at once; three working and gracefully aged ladies, rusted tools, wooden Buddha Idol and thirty seven unsold notebooks. He obviously was ushered inside. After a small walk through, he made the choice. Bought the best  notebook  of all, and left with swift feet after paying the craftswomen* fairly. The latter became happy as there was a fraction less poverty now in the workshop. On the contrary, books had a dilemma; were sad as they lost a  companion , but were ...

As I closed my eyes, two flying figures, one Black and one White, sat on my each shoulders.  My heart asked a mute question "what should I do?" One in White said, "you have tolerated too much now. It's enough. Deep down you know too, that this is not right. Be free, wait for none. There's no love left for you with her". And the case was rested. The other in Black said, "million reasons to leave, but one shall be enough to love. Aren't you sick and tired of each and every reason why you shouldn't be with her? Love is hard to come by. Difficult to understand, and almost impossible to divert. It won't disappear, nor evaporate. It will always stay, as a part of you. Don't let it go. This hurts, but it's worth every pain." And my heart listened to both, looked at the Black and the White. The one in White won. Heart directed me to choose the path. Then the Black and White, with leaving one of them disappointed, flew away. One the way...