StubbornA Story by Dipanjan DuttaLet us realize our strong point
The little bird leaped on its short legs pecking on the ground in search of food. In a while or two, it will spread its wings and sail nearby. There could be more food. The wings, pampered at the ends with a tinge of black, are a beauty. And then it will glide away miles across. If only we had been birds, we would think and nod.
Life without the drift of time, or even less the concept, seems satisfying. The crawl as it does, for long enough a time to cross the simplest path, let go the path or its simplicity, even the next step, so slow and reluctant, unburdened. If only we had been the sloth, the thought would give us another opportunity to nod. And this "if only" are immense and number less for there are much certainty of what we see throughout the day, which unwillingly or soothingly, whatever it is but as per expectation lulls into the evening. Then we do not see things, we do not think "if only" and we do not nod. For it is then that we, the dwellers of a land, blank and empty as our mind, we, a bunch of folks free and wild, shiver in cold; it is then that we burn in the sun and bathe in the rain; for it is then and now and forever that we live with the trees, as the trees, naked yet firm and deeply rooted to one place. © 2014 Dipanjan DuttaAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 24, 2014 Last Updated on October 24, 2014 AuthorDipanjan DuttaBangalore, IndiaAboutI love to be in this forum. There are so many to read. so many to learn from and somany to cherish Hometown: Calcutta, West Bengal, India Current Location: Sydney, Australia more..Writing
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