I’ve heard it said that two friends quarrelled without a cause. For years, they did not meet, till one day, chance threw them together, on a moving train. Each felt a smile growing upon the other’s face, wondering why it mattered so little, whatever it was that had torn them apart.
Like one river splits into two, flows in different directions, over vastly different terrains, and comes together again, after journeying alone, all this while, with much to share and to enjoy together, their friendship awakened, as though after long years of sleep, refreshed, renewed and vital.
When it’s a river flowing from such heights, it’s only a matter of time, before an entire island is reduced to the size of a small pebble upon its riverbed.
Ashwini Pawar Kaarthikeyan
Kaarthikeyan Kirubhakaran
Hema
When it’s a river that’s full of potential and purpose, it has no choice but to flow – sometimes splitting into rivulets to circumvent immediate boulders yet covering maximum simultaneous ground. As the rivulets do what they can’t but help, they gather experiences and are touched by lives, the richness of which is realized only when they merge again – their sum worth immeasurably more than a simple addition of their parts.
And yes…the boulders shrink to microscopic grains of sand eventually.
Beautifully said, and so true!