When a
little boy came with a small bucket and spade, all business like, she got
curious. He just looked all-around and settled down at a spot which felt best
for him. And there he started building his castle out of sand. She felt
as if he was showing her life being built. Carefully and patiently he was drawing the castle's perimeter in
the sand and then he mounded a big pile of sand inside it. After that he made a
hole in the center, filled it with water, and tamped it down. Slowly he added
layers of sand and water until he had a firm and level mound. Then when was all
set to finish a huge tide came and washed off half of his sand castle. He was
going to scream his lungs out of sadness, she was betting on that. But she was
amused when he angrily glared at the sea and started rebuilding his castle
again, as if telling the sea that nothing could stop him from making him finish
what he started. And that was the wake-up call for her, to rebuild her life again,
to rejuvenate herself and start fresh.
“Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”
Showing posts with label Picture Prompt. Show all posts
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Monday, November 2, 2015
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