Water has always been a mystical element for me, and here I was with my old friend; old not because he was old but wise, mature and pure-inside out. I was so very restless in my match box house that I decided to take a walk. How majestic was the mighty Arabian Sea!
‘Wish to be like the sea?’ asked my friend.
‘Yes it is wonderful, to be quiet, calm and mighty.’
‘Indeed but how did the sea become the sea?’
‘Because a stream merged itself into a rivulet’
‘Why would a stream do so?’
‘Because it wanted to be a sea’
‘Hmm…I can smell the pure glistening stream tickling my toes, though I see the sea.’
‘Ever wondered where does this strength comes from, Ronnie? The strength of merging, the strength of being what one desires to be’
‘Where from? Within’
‘Yes, the pure stream becomes a brimming rivulet full of life. No matter summer or winter; spring or rain, rivulet always wishes to meet the sea and is always happy'
‘And this single-mindedness and happiness gives us strength, is that what you are trying to say, pal?’
‘Yes, Ronie we tend to magnify things with our vision. These pebbles, stony pebbles within us hardly allow us to smile, laugh and live. We forget our ‘liveliness’ due to the weight of these pebbles.’
‘And when we keep growing and joining the eternal sea, what happens then?’
‘When we merge into the sea, these pebbles erode into mud and silt settling down.’
‘Losing oneself is beautiful’
‘Elemental oneness, Ronnie, look not where you are but where you wish to be.’
