The path ahead seemed to have been taken by many. On the corner of the road was a broken piece of wood. Hanging precariously on the dead cedar. It read nothing for the rains had washed its burnish. It smelt of moss gathered with redemption rather than rain. And pointed towards a narrow path into the girdle of red woods ahead. I was lost. For sometime. And might have been for more until I saw a small little girl sitting in the shades ahead. I had known her before . She was from my village , but we never spoke. A sacrosanct air of ones existence forbade interaction of any kind. But this day was different The sun was not showing in the early east. The rays were red. The day was waning. And to my surprise she waved. Asked me to share the shade with her which was growing darker with each moment. A providence that began with humble topics seeking opinions slowly turned to care and belief, all in a the tiny microcosm of the evening. In that little girl i found a friend. Who helped me see the next day with a brighter smile , and like my long lost sister guided me to the crossroads ahead where the signs read bright, not washed in rain, from where the path remained untrodden.Its a tale of this siblings in spirit That i would tell you.The moment i had started on that long journey through the moors i had one idea about friendship. Trust, and belief. And above all simplicity. The long journey showed me the facades of all these and many more yet the shade remained the memory most cherished. I never believed the little girl from the village was the perfect amalgamism of maturity and strength. Strong enough to strengthen me and many more. Yet she seemed weak, weak in realization weak in believing that she could what she made others believe they can.Sometimes too stupid to even realise that forbearance was an illusion. But all these succumbed to her simplicity amazing humility and sincere commitment to the strong bonds that she knit. The new has arrived and its time to The new day began. The sun shone bright and i learnt muc about this little girl. Much more that i could tell share but soon it changed. And it for spirit grew faster than the time and it the matter of these few hours the village entity became as precious as my sister. It has been quite a few days since then. That i knew her. Quite a few days but then the rains came again. This time to signify a fresher day. A newer harvest. The times we spend in the shade was amazing the times we walked on the long road was even better. But the time has come to choose the paths ahead.Where presence may not be a feasibility but the spirit has live for ever.At least in me for i cant really forget my darling sister who taught me to smile in a different way. For me that is RAI. A piece of life across which i came much later in life. A piece of joy which i had missed during the early stages of that long journey which awaits its first corner in a few months :) yet m pleased 2 have found it all. Pleased to have made it a memory or more so a vivid experience that will b carried on.On during the more complex hours ahead. For the it helps me settle the issues simply humbly & with glee... And thats what makes it all the more special.May be we all r selfish. Praising someone on the context of how useful they are. But its not the benefit but rather the fortune to have come across. Not the talent but the process of achieving proximity with it. Not the trust but the vision of earning it.& above all not the relation but the spirit of it. Kudos to you.& kudos to your spirit. Its this that sets you apart from the crowd. Not the shade under which you rest but the halo that rests within.
Shine on.
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