First there came a yellow flower, flowing like silk on a
surface. The stream turned into silk. It told me a short story about the silk
thread that draped the yellow flower. They swayed together with the wind. Then
someone came and took the silk thread and threw the yellow flower in the
stream. ‘A happy ending’, were the last words of the yellow flower.
Then a green leaf floated by and said, ‘I always thought
where the stream goes… I’ll get to know it now.’ It danced away with the
flowing water.
The stones quietly listened to the stream and stayed there
for a long time. Now each stone, of every shape and size, carries a story with
it. If heard sincerely, the stones narrate the stories beautifully.
A paper boat rushed quickly and embraced the whirlpool. It
then lowered the anchor forever.
The stream is musical; I have been sitting here for a long
time now and enjoying the melodies. I dipped my feet in the cool, clear water. Then, suddenly, the stream started talking about the flow of time. I got up
immediately.
I am walking along the stream. Twists and turns welcome me here
and there, but we are walking.
I just revisited those 3 hrs..refreshing and rejuvenated...thank you. :) :) :)
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