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| Photo credit : Shivani Kankaria |
As I stood one morning watching the sky as the sun rose
I was moved with amazement at the beauty that unfolded in front of me.
I was filled with awe to see how the dark black sky slowly showed traces of orange ,shades of pink and blue.
It felt as though I was watching a painter blend colors on his canvas.
But this canvas was dark black and not white.
Instantly my mind began to wonder how such a dark base was fitting in blends of colours with such ease.
At that moment I started relating each move in the sky to my own life.
I thought of the black sky as the new day I was starting.
And the blending colours to the emotions I was going to face through the day.
This made my mind to wish,
That Happiness fills in
And that sadness never find me.
But this thought vanished when I saw the sun slowly move up above in the sky.
Bringing with it beauty.
That's when everything started making more sense.
Just moments ago the sky was black and now I saw colours.
And each color told its own story
A story of joy.
Remorse.
And even of despise.
In the end when all the stories combined I was left staring into pure beauty.
This routine of nature shows us the possibility after darkness.
You and me wake up each day blank about the day ahead of us.
All that's known is darkness and doubts.
But just like how the sun rose and filled the dark sky with shades of colours.
Our day also is filled with shades of
JOY
HAPPINESS
REMORSE
DESPISE and even more..
By the end of the day after sunset all that we are left thinking about is the magic that we witnessed when we saw the sun setting, taking away with it all the colours that it brought when it rose.
Just like the moments that we take away with us at the end of the day.
Thoughts or worry's about the return of the black canvas is no where near us.
And that, is exactly what matters.
Each day we began with hope ,and end with joy.
And the black canvas waits patiently until the next morning to be filled with fresh blends of new colours yet again!
I was moved with amazement at the beauty that unfolded in front of me.
I was filled with awe to see how the dark black sky slowly showed traces of orange ,shades of pink and blue.
It felt as though I was watching a painter blend colors on his canvas.
But this canvas was dark black and not white.
Instantly my mind began to wonder how such a dark base was fitting in blends of colours with such ease.
At that moment I started relating each move in the sky to my own life.
I thought of the black sky as the new day I was starting.
And the blending colours to the emotions I was going to face through the day.
This made my mind to wish,
That Happiness fills in
And that sadness never find me.
But this thought vanished when I saw the sun slowly move up above in the sky.
Bringing with it beauty.
That's when everything started making more sense.
Just moments ago the sky was black and now I saw colours.
And each color told its own story
A story of joy.
Remorse.
And even of despise.
In the end when all the stories combined I was left staring into pure beauty.
This routine of nature shows us the possibility after darkness.
You and me wake up each day blank about the day ahead of us.
All that's known is darkness and doubts.
But just like how the sun rose and filled the dark sky with shades of colours.
Our day also is filled with shades of
JOY
HAPPINESS
REMORSE
DESPISE and even more..
By the end of the day after sunset all that we are left thinking about is the magic that we witnessed when we saw the sun setting, taking away with it all the colours that it brought when it rose.
Just like the moments that we take away with us at the end of the day.
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| Photo Credit : Gayatri Venkatesh |
Thoughts or worry's about the return of the black canvas is no where near us.
And that, is exactly what matters.
Each day we began with hope ,and end with joy.
And the black canvas waits patiently until the next morning to be filled with fresh blends of new colours yet again!
