You have a story to tell
Last Friday, as I was biking back to home in the hot afternoon, the water bottle was too tight to pull while biking and so I stopped, wrestled with the bottle and finally started taking few sips. Two older ladies were talking and departing on their different path with coffee in hand. One of them while walking by near me said, "I am sure you have stories to tell". I was surprised ... but few good neurons were working well and so I replied her back, "We all have stories to tell". She smiled and went her way. Not sure why she said that to me .. but is was quite an interesting comment / thought.
Isn't this true? We all have stores to tell; stories of success, stories of pain, stores of failures (if we are brave enough), stories of love, stories of kindness ... stories are like beads which string our life. Not only us, human have stories, even the Sky has a story to tell...
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The illimitable sky high above lowered itself on the nestling head of the earth, blue-tinted with her wooded forests. It whispered into her ear, 'I am but yours'.
The earth replied, 'How is that possible? You are infinite and I am so small.'
The sky said, 'But there is barricade of clouds that I have drawn around me.'
The earth replied, 'You posses such luminaries, I am no rich possessor of a single light.'
The sky said, 'Today I have lost my sun, my moon, my stars and everything, you are the only possession for me.'
The earth replied, 'My heart is tear-tainted, it becomes restless at each tremor of a breeze, but you are immovable.'
The sky said, 'There is the same restlessness in my tears too, haven't you seen it? My whole being is smeared today with green, the green that is your heart.'
Saying this it flooded the ever reigning void between them - the sky and earth - with its own song of tears.
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The story is not about sky and earth, it is about and Man (sky) and Women (Earth) - the infinite space between them. The clouds are the messengers in the infinite space which separates between them. This is part of a short story from Tagore and he depicted in a beautiful way.
Isn't this true? We all have stores to tell; stories of success, stories of pain, stores of failures (if we are brave enough), stories of love, stories of kindness ... stories are like beads which string our life. Not only us, human have stories, even the Sky has a story to tell...
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The illimitable sky high above lowered itself on the nestling head of the earth, blue-tinted with her wooded forests. It whispered into her ear, 'I am but yours'.
The earth replied, 'How is that possible? You are infinite and I am so small.'
The sky said, 'But there is barricade of clouds that I have drawn around me.'
The earth replied, 'You posses such luminaries, I am no rich possessor of a single light.'
The sky said, 'Today I have lost my sun, my moon, my stars and everything, you are the only possession for me.'
The earth replied, 'My heart is tear-tainted, it becomes restless at each tremor of a breeze, but you are immovable.'
The sky said, 'There is the same restlessness in my tears too, haven't you seen it? My whole being is smeared today with green, the green that is your heart.'
Saying this it flooded the ever reigning void between them - the sky and earth - with its own song of tears.
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The story is not about sky and earth, it is about and Man (sky) and Women (Earth) - the infinite space between them. The clouds are the messengers in the infinite space which separates between them. This is part of a short story from Tagore and he depicted in a beautiful way.
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