Rainbow; A Happy Bow

I was carrying lot of mission in my thoughts. "For sure I wanted to change the world", is the thought I was carrying on my smile when I walked to the woods behind my farm house. There is a lake nearby the woods, possessing tranquillity as its attitude. I haven't been there before, but this time something was drawing me towards it. Unknowingly I started walking towards the lake. My dad always used to tell me," It is a natural resting place, whenever you sit on the banks of it, you will feel, that is the best place one can feel of". These words were pouring in my mind and I was walking towards the lake unknowingly.

I reached the lake sat down with one foot down in water wet till little above ankles. The water was little chilled, gave me a fresh feel of breeze. Then started little drizzling and it was really soothe at touch. It was very scenic and as I looked at the sky, I saw a cloud slowly diluting and moving. From them a bunch of sun rays were trying to bisect. Some could some could not. At the juncture I could see multiple colours for a short while. What a sight it was. As the cloud became thinner, the light started creeping in. mixing with the drizzle and cloud vapour, light was giving out seven colours. It was not consistent, varying with the position of cloud and shining at different colours at short intervals.

It was a colour delight and I fell in love. I liked the rainbow for its willingness to form. The colour delight was getting intense, seven colours were dancing. Very soon it took the bow shape and the cloud got thinner. It was as if coloured rays coming out of a silver lining. Golden sun rays added to the beauty, that makes say what a sight! Eyes raised in pomp and vision made merry out of this. In this feast it taught me the secret of success, to hold to your belief that you can be a rainbow irrespective of whatever comes in the middle.

I got up and challenged myself with a year time, to get the rainbow out of me.

"Here you are…” said dad, stopping the car. I woke up and was enthralled at sweet my memories. So strong, I am dreaming about them. Dad said, "Go, watch your Rainbow, I will be waiting at the resort nearby."

I got down the car and was walking towards the lake. I sat down at the same place waiting for my colour delight. I was spot on, nature showed me its wonder and yea this time colour delight was very pleasant. What a sight and what a sigh of inspiration. I just said myself, "Rainbow changed my life... What a transformations I have got in myself..."


I recorded this moment for dreaming during my next visit, and felt like moving. I got up and bowing to the Rainbow said, "Thank you Rainbow; for you a Happy bow"

Life Is A Prayer

It was half an hour past midnight. I just returned from town after purchasing fertilizers for my farm. The wind was blowing hard and rain is expected anytime. I had to make mud passages in my field, so that it will not stock rain water. I was contemplating to go or not, rather to trust in god that it will not rain today. I was lacking motivation and hence went to my neighbor; eventually our farms are nearby and asked him, if he can join me to make the passages now. He told me “Nothing will happen, you don’t worry. Rain will not come, go and sleep.” I was temporarily satisfied and reached my house. Something was pricking inside.

Someone inside was telling me you are not doing what you should do. I felt I should respect my inner voice. I gave it an ear. It was telling me finish of the work don’t post pone. Now listening to something like this I decided let’s follow the heart. I told myself, “Whatever happens let me do it, not only for rain, I trust god for this effort of mine too.” I started with a lantern in my hand and was walking towards the farm.

While I was reaching I saw bunch of people sleeping on the side ways, who normally work at farms. I was realizing the value of the job I am doing, I am making food for others. I was feeling more responsible in the act of mine, and as soon as I reached the farm, I started the work. I was done in an hour for my farm, and I wanted to do the passages for my neighbor’s farm also which is thrice that of mine. Once I was done, I walked to amidst of my farm and looked at sky and prayed god, “Oh! Please make sure that it doesn’t rain today, there are many farmers sleeping who did not make passages, for their mistake don’t cost it to hunger of many people. Please.”

I got back home and had a satisfactory sleep. As I got up the next day morning, I realized that there was rain in the early hours, and some of the farms were in a very bad shape. My neighbor came running to me and thanked me for the favor I have done to him. As the crop came to ripe, my farm gave a great yield and I could stock plenty and so was my neighbor.
I walked to my farm again to look at the people whom I saw the night when I was making passages. As I reached to their place, I was hearing people crying for food. I felt like helping them. The people were plenty my stock wasn’t enough. I prayed god “God, please help us to come out of this.” Next day morning my neighbor walked up to me and hand over his total stock to me and said it is yours, you own it and he left. A little surprised I saw god in his actions and helped the people for food. We could manage the situation and with grace of lord we came out of the hunger panic.
As time passed it was ripping time again and almost reaching 9 o’clock in the night my neighbor knocked me and said, can you help me out with the passages, it might rain today. I said fine, as we went to the farm. He told me, I have already completed mine and yours. Tonight let’s do it for all the people who could not do it. I was extremely happy with this and decided to do my part as a being.
We were there for some good 5 hours and were back at home, got up in the morning to realize there was no rain and things are fine. I was extremely happy and so was my neighbor for the people around us. I realized if human being be sincere, God will never dispose human asks. It is the choice you make that let god decide your consequence. If god would have listened to me the first time, my neighbor wouldn’t have realized his duty. Once we give our best the creator will see the rest.

With huge gratitude to God, I told myself about this act,

“Choices are Offerings”
“Consequences are Blessings”

“Life Is A Prayer”

The Best Return Gift

I was sleeping in the lawn
It was a pleasant dawn
Opened my eyes gently
It was just drizzling, my thoughts sizzling

As I got up and looked at the Sky
Found a mighty rainbow spreading wide
I was amazed and praised god for his creation, praised him for this innovation

All of a sudden I wondered, I am able to feel what all he has created. Than the beauty of nature, was surprised with my ability to see and enjoy it. to express my joyousness with words. Listening to the same and feeling great. At once I felt I am wonder myself.

With these actions I possessed, I felt blessed. I was excited for being alive and for being able to feel all this. I couldn't stop myself in thanking god for making me this way. It was a never asked gift, a real precious gift.

I wanted to justice for this life and for god definitely a favor, after all he is keeping me alive.

For a while I thought what can I give him. Many thoughts passed by nothing worth. The only thing that struck in this process, the best gift to him can only be one. "The way I use his gift", yes the way I live my life. Only this convinced me to be a viable gift for him.

As I thought through
My mind said "Let's do it"
Conscience said "Make it the best return gift."

The Perspective of Reality

I opened my eyes and felt the presence of the world. I was real thirsty, as if I was dying of thirst. I heard something flowing. I was able to feel the roar. I walked towards the direction of sound and realized a thick black liquid stream.

It was very viscous and hot. I could see it is fuming and very touch would burn my skin. I was thirsty at the same time. I was not sure what to do. I could not find any other source either.

Suddenly someone placed their hand on my shoulder from back and I turned around in surprise. He was a very old man with easily distinguishable dress. He looked as a age old magician with his costume and facial language.

Between my throat prompted it is thirsty and I eagerly asked him if he has got some water. He said, you have river in front of you and you are asking me water, he laughed.

I got a little irritated and told him, ya I can see that, it is thick black liquid flowing, I can't even dare to touch it, you want me to drink it ? The old man said, "Come on, that is plain cool fresh water. The river looks so beautiful and pleasant, go quench your thirst". As he saw me getting confused, he just wagged his hand in front my eyes as if he is wiping something and said, "now look?" I said looks like the fumes are coming down. The river is cooling. He did the same act with the hand and I felt after that, that the river became dilute. It was not viscous.

The old man wagged his hand again and this time it was even more dilute, still the color was black and I could feel the current like water. The old man said one last time and he moved his hand in front my eyes. When I saw the color was getting lighter. He asked me to close my eyes and asked me to really think about myself.

I was in deep tight reflecting on all the actions of mine,. Thoughts choices and consequences… I was getting a little lost and I came back to senses as I felt a tap on my shoulder. The old man asked me to open my eyes. As I did it, the river was with plain water and as exactly the old man described before.


I was in all pleasure and I rushed to grab some water. Once quenched I looked back I couldn't see the the old man. I felt he was trying to show me the real thing, and I was not able to with the perspective mirrors I had. I felt burden free, and realized to experience "The Perspective of reality"...

The Ice Breaker

Another time I let myself down, every time I do it was for varied reasons, some makes sense, some doesn’t. however I have to bear the pain. I was cursing initially crying the mid way and when ran out of tears started thinking. I sat on the sea shore nearby my house and looking at the horizon. I was lost in thoughts and really in deep reflection, who can make me really successful? Really . The hands under my chin moved towards the respective legs and I found few pebbles to my side. I opened my eyes and I saw something was obstructing my sight, something like a thin layer of Ice. I got the feel as if my answer is behind this obstruction. Not sure why I was feeling. I made all effort to penetrate my sight through it and no help.

When I tried to move to my side and peep through I noticed these pebbles. I took a pebble and through at it. It gave me a slight noise as if something broke. Well this did not clear the site. I started throwing these marbles at the ice, slowly I was seeing some shape behind it. Well I was assuming that it was the answer for my question, I got a little aggressive and started throwing vigorously. After a little time I got real frustrated with my state and with my effort to break the ice, I closed my eyes and shattered the stones at it.

While throwing at it, I was recollecting all the moments where I went low on confidence and felt need for a support to make me successful. I was dazed at the recollection of these moments and threw the stones more fatally. The same old question was floating through my mind, I gave a forceful throw and I couldn’t find another pebble next to me. At once I heard a big noise. I opened my eyes there was a bright aura in front of me. It was difficult to see, but I was making a constant effort. When I made myself ready to see it, the aura became a little dull, it flashed a face in front of me and it vanished. I observed the flash closely, and I was comprehending the features and the face. To my surprise it was my own sketch over there.

I could not really get the meaning of it. I was trying to understand how can I help myself? With a profound thought I realized I need to break the ice between me and myself. To empower me with my own confidence. Once I made this statement for myself, I understood why the aura flashed my face to me. It was trying to tell me I am the one who will decide my destiny where to go and where not to go. What to choose and what not to choose. To succeed or not to succeed.A definite lesson learnt to make the indefinite work my way.

I shouted in fulfillment and shook my body. I found myself lying on the beach, in front of me was the beautiful horizon. I learnt the lesson and left the message, “Thank you Ice breaker” for the horizon.

The Life Line

I get to see my dad far and few between. He keeps on travelling. That night I was sleeping, I know he was going to be home late in the night. I was thinking of the promise he made when he left for the last tour. I love walking on a railway track nearby my house and I keep on betting with my friends who can walk long and who can walk fast.

Last time my dad left he did not tell me. I was asleep when he made the move. I was dreaming that my dad was holding my hand to make walk along the track. I was smiling with my cheeks going read and all care of mine on my feet and watching which step lands where. I was able to move quick on the track and shouted dad “Look at this”.. with this shout I woke up by my own voice. I found my mom rushing towards me…

I thought, this time I am not going to let me dream this. I know he is going to be back home and I will make sure he fulfills his promise. I slept holding light blue pillow tight, which is my dad’s favorite one.

I got up before the dawn and rushed to his room to wake him up. I asked in hasty, dad let’s go. Dad told me I am tired, I can’t come out for the walk now. I requested him, and told him “Dad whatever you have to do, I will do it for you, but please come for the walk today. I am all eager for this.” with my lovable force he had to get up and we started for the walk.

While we were few yards away from the track, I asked, “How can I walk fast and still steadily on a railway track?”, dad said with a smile “Always watch your step carefully”. I told him with sheer innocence “Dad, every time I look at my foot while walking here I fell down, how can I watch?”, dad was laughing. I was silent, he said, “you need not necessarily see if you need to watch.” I gave him a confused expression. He understood that and said, fine “I will make you have blind folded walk today”, I screamed “No dad no, I am scared with the very thought.” Dad replied “I am at your side, I’ll guide you along, take the support of my hands.” I could see my dream come true, indeed I was really happy and I thought to myself that I will do this blind folded walk at any cost.

We reached the track, and my dad made me stand on the track and asked me to close my eyes. I did. He asked me to stretch my hands for balance and he supported them with this hands standing at my back. It was little chilly out there and I was able to feel the warmth of dad’s hands. I asked dad “Dad what if I fall down ?” dad replied “I know you won’t”. Though that was a childish question the answer my dad gave rose my confidence. Dad said “let’s walk”.

Initially I had little hiccups tilting to right and sometimes to my left. Dad supported me with his hands and was telling me how to walk properly. Meanwhile I said, “Dad I think we need to go a long way”, he smiled. I was talking to him and he was responding sporadically. At times the answer was a pat and sometimes a smile. I got used to it in few minutes. After certain time I was confident walking over the track, probably the warmth of my dad’s hands was what making me feel it. After some time I said, dad shall I open my eyes, there was no response, I asked again still no response. I shouted dad “dad, shall I open my eyes?”, still there was no response. I shouted and shouted and voice went invalid. He was not responding. I was worried and started, crying and shouting. Suddenly I felt left alone, I was left out and with intensely disturbed thought I had to open my eyes and turn back. Thinking of my dad I opened my eyes.

I was on the bed, still able to feel the warmth of my dad’s hands. opposite to me was the photograph my dad and me on the track me walking on the track line, The Life Line.

The Thought Channel...

A complex wiring of neurons, connected with extreme yet sensitive emotions.

A matter that can hardly bare a eye lid force, yet can generate immense power.

Fuzzy thoughts make the flowers on the thorns garden and a blanket spread on them.

The blanket is me and the rest is quite obvious, my emotional thoughts. I never let any tranquil in any one of my nerve cell, they just keep charged and allow the currents pass through. The emotions used to raise the pulse and mouth used to do the talking to decrease the pulse. I was never sure when to let my emotion out and of course how to let it out. I was struggling for this answer. Many faces I met and many voices I asked, no help. I was down and almighty was the only way to help me. Having this faith, I walked to my sitting room, sat on my dad’s chair with my head resting and shoulders relaxed. I was too tired to observe my surroundings and continued to be in the same state.

Past was spinning as a broken ellipse in a disturbed orbit. It was impossible to think of patience and feel calmness. I just couldn’t stop from closing my eyes tight, holding my fists tight and taking deep breath. I moved back and was on the journey to get over this. My vision went blank and thoughts void.

I saw myself questing for help in pitiful way. Meanwhile, I saw a old man barging in with a bag like thing in his hand. He was trying to give it to me and I was puzzled. To solve my confusion, he said this will help how to tackle emotions. Before I could say anything he said, “Next time you feel anxious, just close your fist and open it, you will find a rock in your hand. Put that in this bag.” I curiously asked , “After that?”. He said, “You will get to know by yourself.” As he moved away from me I was sensing the calmness in thoughts. I roused up in a shock and involuntarily opened my fists. I saw a rock falling down from my hand on the floor. I recollected what the old man said and kept the stone in the bag. The bag was very soft and the presence of rock was clearly visible.

I started doing this action and observed the bag grew more stiff every time I added a rock and so was I. Over a period of time I saw a tap developing at the bottom of bag. At times I thought I will not take the rock out of mine. When I was thinking too hard, the bag developed fumes from itself, looked as if, emotions were melting. I saw this happening at times and was always curious what’s going on inside.

To solve this anxiousness, finally I untapped the bag. A lump of metal flew out into my hand and solidified. My hand didn’t burn, I was surprised. Soon the molten form took a proper shape. It was looking very precious and rich. People saw them at times and found them extraordinary. When they came to know that my emotions are turning like this, they realized how important they were, and I realized, how intense the pain was, that bright the stones were. I reached a stage where the thoughtful emotions found a way to speak for themselves. The sense of satisfaction the shiny lumps made, channelized my emotions.

Having seen the state with and without the bag, I am proud of this thought channel, the right channel.

I am What I am!!

A thin silver lining along the rectangle border, heavily coated with Zinc on the back, curvatures of flowers on the top and bottom, this is what I am. Most of the people claim that I beautify them, of course when they look into me. Well coming to personification from vagueness I am a mirror. I take pride of my silver lining and the characteristics what people like in me.

But I could never get a chance to see myself. I was always with a curious mind to know what really is there in the shiny glass material of mine, what do I constitute how do I look like, what color I bore. Well, many efforts were in vain to look at myself and almost to managed to save a break midway through my body, only realizing that I needed help of a thing like me to tell me how am I.

I started moving away and reached a place where I found many mirrors around. I started mingling with them to get my real self. I went close to a mirror and started looking at it. I was seeing something in green color, with streaks of blackish brown. I was staring at it and I observed the color changed after sometime me being the same. This gave me a confusion, I could not make out whether this is how I am or these are the characteristics of the other mirror. I did a similar exercise with few others, got really randomized and tried.

I came to a corner closed my eyes and was just skeptical to see anything else. I was seeing dark black and nothing else. Well for a moment I felt this is the best part of mine, at least I am consistent with this, I am always black to myself. After sometime I heard a voice saying, Open your eyes I will let you know what you are. I was very skeptical, I just don’t want to hurt myself again and see this darkness. I replied, I am sorry I have already lost most of the interest. The voice replied, “you are saying you have some interest left, great! Let me help you then.” I was dazed with this line, in fact it was totally different meaning of the same words what I uttered with some other meaning.

I thought I’ll put forward my concern, I stated my experiences and I said I can’t trust you. what if you move away in the middle. What if you change your colors? I will get confused again. The voice replied, “Listen, neither I will move, nor I have any color by myself. So there is no reason you should fear. I promise you to let you get what you are thriving for.”

I opened my eyes, and I was gazing at the mirror in front of me. I was in pale yellow color, with some shades of bluish green, I felt wow, I am really beautiful. I was really happy to see my true self. After a while I thought is this really true? At the same moment the color started changing. I shouted “See the color is changing, you promised me you will not change.” The voice replied, “It’s not me, it’s you who is changing”.

“oh! This thinking reflects the color is it.” I realized how my thoughts align to myself, how will one change with his thoughts. I started being consistent with my thoughts and so was the color. After sometime I saw the colors getting more brighter and beautiful. Before even I asked anything, the voice said, “If you improve yourself you look more beautiful.” These lines did some magic on me. I came out of the perception that I am not defined already, I need to define myself and build my own colors. The moment I said this my color was going light and I was turning transparent. I could feel the piousness I was seeing in the transparency and yes in the process of building a true self, one will turn virtuous, I mean transparent. Once I reached this stage, I never had question on myself. I always knew “I am what I am”

Marbles That Matter

I am a green colored marble, with crest of transverse wave inscribed, with a thin band of white and green mix. I am very smooth externally and if looked in you can see spread out spangles inside me. I exist with many other marbles around me and we keep moving along the time line.

Few people look at me and say, this is like universe, and some others say this is all crap. Though initially I was confused with these kind of mixed feelings, time taught me to believe in myself and started believing that I am universe for a few.


At times I feel alone, last time when I felt I moved towards another marble to my side. It was a pale yellow one with a golden streak in it. Light was falling on me and the other marble was reacting to it. I started getting warmth from the light, the other marble moved itself to decrease the intensity of heat on me. It was soothing and I was feeling pleasant. I was about to get more close to the marble, someone poured us into a big jar.

I missed it, in fact missed it forever. When I saw the marbles around me, some were looking at me so differently, as if I am nothing and some were not even minding my presence. It was a hard scene to take on and as it was jar I could not move away easily. I tried my level best, I just couldn’t do anything about it. There was light on me many a times and I had to manage the heat by myself. It was a lonely scene and yet I had no water to get out as tears, as the heat was high and my surrounding marbles hated wetness.

Well I started being for myself and making myself ready for a marble who will look again the universe in me. Over a period of time few of the marbles left me and some came closer; the jar was moved.

It was easy with the new marbles for me to see the stars in them and understand their spangles. Slowly the count of marbles seeing universe in me increased. Few were ones what I like and few were the ones who liked me. When I moved towards what I liked I stretched the vision of the one’s I liked. Well I almost damaged myself when I was longing for some marbles and some marbles had a similar fate with me. It was a state of confusion again and well I was not sure how to clear this…

Then there was a shuffle in the jar and it scattered each and every marble and I was no exception. But I wanted this shuffle to be the last one and wanted to attain stability. This time when I was moving I chose the marbles, I did even chose when I was leaving some. It was a quest to find the marbles which matter to my movement. Well this shuffle came in the right time and the heat I borne before made my choosing easier.

This exercise made my life simple. Spangles were shining more and universe was even more beautiful. Now when someone peeps through me, I relish to show the universe I posses in myself and the changes marbles made to it. Well to be even more specific the changes made by the “Marbles That Matter”

“The Essential Quest”

“Wish I had someone for me.” Yet again time made me say this line. Though I don’t want to I end up saying this almost every time. Well I do want someone in my life who will never let me say this line.

I was walking back home with my head down, looking at the pebbles on the road. I heard someone shouting “watch out”, and next moment a vehicle crashed into me.

I don’t know what happened, but when I opened my eyes I was standing in front of a scenic landscape. To my right I found a person, whom portrayed as if he was waiting for me. I approached him and asked him, “Are you waiting for me ?” he said “Of course yes, you are the one who wanted to meet me, to solve your concern”

I was confused “I wanted? When did I, well instead of saying this, I was curious about the concern of mine he mentioned, I was eager to know what was that. ” I asked him “Which one you were referring to”, instantly replied with a smile on his face “your quest for someone”. I was not sure whether I was curious about it before or not but now, I was all anxious about it. I said “yes yes, I want to know”.

He told me “you are seeing this hill right, start running from here, by the time you reach the other side of the hill, you will know the someone.” He was still saying something I did not pay attention and no sooner I started running.

It was on soft meadows I was running with my shoe on. The way was really beautiful and I was not feeling the strain of running. I ran really hard but haven’t seen anyone till now. I felt for a while “What’s happening? I am not able to understand”. There was black color stone thrown on my face and it broke my nose. I was bleeding like hell and fell down on the floor. I was crying and seeking help. The same person appeared in front of me, I shouted at him “What is this ?”. He said “ you did not listen to me completely, I was about to tell you what’s all going to happen in this journey. You did not listen”.

I was scolding myself for this and requested him to tell me now. He said ”In this journey you will see many shelters. Your journey will complete if you reach any shelter throughout the journey. What will stop you from reaching them is these stones. Black and red stones will be thrown at you the moment you start seeing a shelter. Already you are hit by one, so if two more blacks finds your face your quest will be as it is forever. If you manage to reach anyone of the shelter your quest will end there.”

“I was surprised with the complexity here, honestly I was worried will I be able to reach anyone? I asked him”, is there any help I can get ? “He replied, yeah I will give you a word of wisdom every time you want for 3 times. You have to take one now, as I will not make my presence otherwise.” I was convinced and felt bad about my mistake. I asked him for the first word of wisdom. He replied “Never presuppose future without knowing present”. I got the message and I started running. The path was getting rocky and my shoe were torn off being old ones. I was running bare foot.

For the first time in this journey I saw a shelter, beautiful covered with golden color grass and I started proceeding towards it. I was able to smell a sweet odor as I proceeded towards this. I saw a red stone coming by and it did hit me. I took the pain as I felt the shelter is worth it. I took similar blows for 3 times and hurt myself enough. Ultimately I saw the shelter nearby and when about to reach I felt as If a bit away. I was surprised but there was no option left other than this. I just closed my eyes for a while and there was a black stone thrown at my face and this time it was a nasty blow. I was bleeding when I say myself and I was in tears. Perhaps when I looked at my foot, I saw sours on them, as I was running bare foot and the season was summer. I was hurt very badly and there was no option to call the other guy for the word of wisdom. He told me, ”Never be in haste”. I again started running and found another shelter almost at the top of the hill.

I was worried if the same thing is going to happen again, yet I started running towards it. The road turned stony and the climate hot. It was as if I was running on a hot pan with bear foot. Blood started oozing out of my feet and I did not stop running. I was exhausted the by the time I saw the shelter 20 ft away. I have taken few plunged towards and to my dismay the shelter disappeared. I was lost and a red stone was thrown at my face leaving a scar on the fore head. I was upset and almost at the stage of giving up, I was feeling as if I have lost in my life demeaned its purpose. Then I realized I have my last chance of word of wisdom. The moment I thought about it, he said, “The next shelter you find will be the end for your quest. ”


Well, I did not believe it blindly this time, I gave a thought to myself and said, I will give the best of mine for this. I recollected the first words he said. “by the time you reach the other side, you will know the someone”. I was focused this time. I was just looking at the way trusting that rest will follow. I saw ups and downs along the way and few luring shelters trying to distract what I have thought. I did slow down a bit but I became conscious the very next moment. I was clear what I want to do, reach the other end of the hill. There were few stones thrown at me but I managed to escape them.


I went down the hill I was able to see the road ending.. I was nearing what I want to. I saw a shelter to my right this time.. I did not stop as I wanted to complete the run. Surprisingly the shelter moved along with me and was at my right always.. I closed my eyes and started running.

I felt I reached the end of the road and I did. I had a deep sense of accomplishment. Though I didn’t get anything till now, it was a sense of possessing something that was making me happy. I was very light at my heart and thoughts and was feeling every moment precious. No wound did pain me now and no scar is burning. I was all happy to be there. As I observed my surroundings I found myself in front of “the” shelter. I walked in feeling fatigue and fell down on the bed over there.

I felt the warmth of a palm on my forehead and opened my eyes. It was her. As I opened my eyes, she said “Get well soon, I am waiting for you…”

The White strand

I have been walking since an hour, and as I saw the time, I felt tired. I saw a bench nearby and dropped on it for some rest. I stretched my arms, extended my neck on the bench and closed my eyes. It was twilight time and wind was flowing. It was getting cooler and I was able to feel it with the gales passing by. I was going semiconscious. I know I was about to dream…

I saw couple of hands one of a girl and other of a guy holding a white strand. They were holding it tight as if a tap on the thread will break it. It appeared as if in my dream I was watching this sitting to a side. Someone asked me to give a analogy for the scenario. The impromptu was love or a emotional relation.

I continued to narrate... When both the hands are in perfect sync, the relation is going on well, as I said a tap on it can break it, the hands need to be careful as a tap comes closer. Sometimes the right hand tries to pull the thread towards it and sometimes the other. The thread doesn’t seem comfortable when either of the hands do that.. so as a relation does when one tries to influence.

There were colors sprinkled on the thread and the thread started taking the color of it. One hand tried to move away the thread the other did not.. the other hand panicked and so does the thread and so a relation.

Suddenly the guy’s hand started moving closer, the other hand was just still. The thread was relaxed and felt it can take any stretch. It appeared as if the moving hand waited for the other hand to react, as there was no response it moved back. Wish the hand had a mouth to tell the other. The hand went back to its previous position increasing the tension.

There were colors sprinkled again this time both the hands managed to have a minimum impact on the white color of the thread.

This time the girl’s hand moved closer and it saw the same fate as the guy’s hand. I felt the hands were upset and started pulling the thread towards their direction. One stage it appeared as if the thread will break, I recollected when people tried to pull the relation thread towards themselves and the thread broke.

I was worried the thread might break, but the hands started coming closer and the strand was relaxing. The hands almost came to a stage where they were touching each other. Forget about the thread the hands were not going to leave each other.

This time when the color was sprinkled, it almost had no impact on the thread. The hands realized the relation is as delicate as thread and it’s color is it’s quality. Looked as if the hands were sure what they want to do, maintain the color of the thread and leave it tension free.

The person who asked me to narrate this started clapping…. And I got up. I learnt the lesson for myself, this dream taught me a new attitude, I couldn’t stop running to her, thanking the bench and saying “Bye for now!”

"You Can Do It"

The last blow I had on my face was almost near the chin. It was a huge one, shaking my lower jaw and made two of my tooth to displace. As I fell down holding the boundary rope of the boxing ring, I was recollecting what everyone told me when I fell down last time in a similar way. I lost to the same opponent and yet again I could not fulfill my dream. I remember my dad head going down and my coach closing his eyes at the same moment last time. I could not bear my failure. This resulted in intense fatigue and I went unconscious.

As I got up, I see my wall clock striking 4:00 AM. With my Hoodie on I walked towards my practice vicinity. My dad wanted to see me as a great boxer in his every dream. I was reasonably successful getting to the top but always tumbled when it was the moment I should perform. I don’t know the reason to myself. Preoccupied with all these notions, I sat near the well, with the chin resting on my thumbs and fore head on the pointing fingers. I was distressed.

Thomas was always my dear friend, when I lost the match last time, he tried convincing me that I lost not out of my ability but out of some practical things what the other guy has. The other guy was James, a rich kid and very hard working person. Thomas and my dad always consoled me saying you should not worry for thing you can’t get, per say a sophisticated boxing gear, attending foreign training sessions.

I know I was not totally convinced with whatever they said, yet took the base on them to come out of it. Yet again I landed in the same situation. I am sure they both are going to tell me the same thing again. There was extreme silence in my mind, was telling I lost. All of a sudden I feel the warmth of a hand on my head, it was my coach Phillip. He sat beside with his hand over my shoulder. Perhaps, I was waiting for a such a moment to burst and I did. Phillip and I had put in lot of effort and yet we could not see the result. Controlling my tears, when I was about to make some words, Phillip started speaking.


“Rob, I got your problem this time. Last time when you lost I thought you have to improve your technique and you need more efficient training equipment to perform well. I was partially right then and now I think I am totally. The problem is not with what you are doing, it is with how you are doing.”

I replied, “Phillip, you are making me think…” I gave a niche in my breath and continued, ”Honestly, even before the start of the match I lost to James, if I think back I just get this to my mind. I felt the aura he has around him is making him win, and I am lacking it.”

Phillip replied, “My guess was right, as always why don’t we talk with a story… both of us believe in relative learning’s right ?”he said with a smile.

Phillip started speaking, “Once there was a balloon seller, he was selling balloons in front of a school. Kids normally come out after their school time and make this guy’s business. One kid was sitting at a bit away and was observing the balloons carefully. The balloon seller looking at this guy, missed a balloon from his hand, and the balloon started flying. He had no option to just leave it. suddenly the kid got up and went near the balloon seller and asked him, “Uncle, can this blue balloon fly like the red balloon which just flew ?” The balloon seller smiled and replied, “My dear, it’s not the color that matters, it is the matter in that that matters”.” Phillip stopped, he gave me few moments to think. In fact as I see myself, I am getting the essence of the story. He observed my body language I think and said “”yes that’s the way you need to take it..believe in yourself and trust your abilities, they will take you to places.”

He continued, ”When you get this concept right and do the right thing, then you are the person to be successful, in fact in your achievement you define success; This total theory leads and refers to self confidence.. and that is the key…”. Surely I was convinced.

He continued narrating, “Further more, it is really important to make best use of what you have. With that everything else will fall in place." I will tell you a story, make the best sense out of it you can.

"Once a traveler was on his journey across hill stations on his car. In the course of travelling there was some malfunctioning in the car and the car stopped as if something is not letting it move. Though this guy verified that everything is fine, he was not sure why the car was not moving. He asked the help of a stone breaker who was walking nearby. The guy looked at the car, observed it and said, “I will make your car run, but I will charge.” The tourist asked what will you use, you don’t have any instruments. The stone breaker showed his hammer. After thinking for a while the tourist had to agree for whatever cost the stone breaker charges to repair the car having believed that, he will use a hammer to repair the car. The stone breaker choose a spot on the car and gave a big blow with his hammer and said, it will work fine now; surprisingly it was running; The tourist said how much I need to pay you now, the guy replied 100 bucks. Tourist was surprised, 100 bucks for a single hammer shot ?, the stone breaker replied “No Sir, 5 bucks for the hammer shot and 95 bucks for choosing the place to give the shot. ”

After saying this line Phillip got up and said, I will leave the interpretation to you, and what everyone wants is, you coming out with flying colors. Think about the story and make your mind. Before it’s too sunny hit the bed and take rest. Phillips left. As I was thinking about the story, though I felt repairing a car with a hammer shot doesn't seem practical, I was inspired by the confidence of the stone breaker. He made the best use of whatever he had and raised his ability to do the magic. In fact, the ask from Phillip for me was to have the confidence what stone breaker had.


I got up pulled my Hoodie cap on to my head and with hands in the pocket, started walking towards my bed room. My father’s bed is adjacent to me always, he has big poster of mine stick in front of it, me giving a powerful punch being the pose. I looked at my father, and I told him through my heart, “I will do it”, turned towards my poster and with a marker I wrote on it, “You can do it…”