The tranquil waters, with an occasional frog croaking about, and a lonesome lotus surrounded by its fulsome widespread pale green leaves. The solitary rocks, the snaky lane leading to the thickets, and the thoughtful tree at the lakeside .The blue of the lake meeting the blue of the sky at the farthest point making the murky waters meet the dusky horizon.
Sitting there under the tree away from the rush of life and away from all that is important ,he breathes in the tranquility around and become one with the nature .Like the rock , the flower and the tree having no will of their own , he too becomes the part of the placid lakeside .At the end of it that is what he is , isn’t he another creation ,only the difference being he is got the tools to think, sense and apply..
Sitting there under the tree away from the rush of life and away from all that is important ,he breathes in the tranquility around and become one with the nature .Like the rock , the flower and the tree having no will of their own , he too becomes the part of the placid lakeside .At the end of it that is what he is , isn’t he another creation ,only the difference being he is got the tools to think, sense and apply..
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Nice to see ur reflective self on paper after such a long time :)
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