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Read the saying guys and to go with one great habit which helps us is when we read, we realize how people suffer and yet live.

Read Frida Kahlo’s life. Its available on Wikipedia.

Read and think if she could dare to move forward fighting her demons and the demons of the world in an age which seemed to have been far more compromised than ours, then we too can make meaningful lives.

Think about it.

Read a life a day.

Meditate on that life form. It takes only that much time as much as, is required to stroll in the evening, water your plants or simply while you are dressing up before going to a party.

Light for the day.

This is shot in a city of India, Vellore, Tamil Nadu.

The whole night rains splashed like the rains in love across the salt desert (Keki N Daruwala) as if washing off, years of sadness, pain, suffering and trauma. This place is well known for Christian medical college and hospital.

Thousands flock in, everyday from all parts of India, neighboring SAARC nations like Nepal, Bhutan, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka etc along with some foreign nationals.

But, the little child unaware of everything enjoys the moment in a God made puddle.

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The two cats spend time in peace!

I am a sort of person who is very fond of genuine living.

Or else i move on to the next genuine option of living.

So, if a world wants me to be a part of it, it has to be genuine or it has to tell me what i am in. In the latter case, i may opt out if I do not like it.

After seeing varied ways of life, and knowing the beauty hidden in each, I am not scared to move to a beautiful genuine alternate living way of my choice rather than sticking to some cobweb form of living (a deformity or side track of genuine living) or mazes (wherein we begin thinking one thing when we enter the maze but by the time we leave it we are with something else).

It is very dangerous and often ignores your existence, your choices and the entire being within. You can co-relate if you have seen or read Harry Potter’s triwizard tournament.

Good night. 🐢🐟

From Leh far north to Tamil Nadu far south of India.

One of the most unseen part of Leh.

A journey of life which involves movement from Leh far north to Tamil Nadu far south of India.

Its amazing that a human can journey so much with brief halts here and there.

Well, home 🏡 I call these lands.

It is my land. A land where I am born.

India despite all the differences I face it is still home.

Light of the world, I call it.

Despite our differences, we should eventually try to integrate what is a true secular 🇮🇳 India.

Such a history, such gruesome past, such beautiful 🌍 world’s within the same lands. 

Is it so difficult for us to adhere to simplicity? Is it so difficult to adhere to our world unified?

Join hands so that the future of this land is bright?

Despite all these variations the moment I see it, this land still entices me.

It tells me to go beyond and make my words audible. It tells me to make an effort. 

Since it is often said that in times of great crisis, he ones who do not take any side are the biggest sinners.

It means if 100 💯 people couldn’t turn the clock, one more might have been the only force that would have been required and by not taking that chance you did the biggest mistake.

Follow the link for previous part.

https://wordpress.com/post/rollercoasterrideonlife.blog/322

Once there was a very handsome prince in China and there was a peasant girl who worked in the king’s farm with her mother.

So, one day they heard the prince had got married.

A year later, the girl still worked in the farm with her mother.

So, one day as they both sat having lunch, another mother daughter peasant duo joined them for the meal.

As they spoke along, they heard that the news, they had heard about the marriage of the prince earlier was a rumor spread by a supervisor who had an eye on Io. He had also spread bad words for Io. Trying to lay a trap. The good character of a girl was greatly valued in those days. Somehow, he came to know that Io had feelings for the prince. Now, by spreading this rumor he hoped that her heart would break and she would fall into his lap.

It so happened that she showed no emotions. Neither did she cry nor did she react in any way which could open the doors to the supervisor.

After almost a year also, she still loved the prince.

One day her friend Lai asked her,

“I still see you smile to yourself when the prince passess by.”

“Yes, i love him.”

“But, he is married.”

“I love him like I love my mother. I love him like i love the mountains and the winds and you.” she smiled.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t mind if i can’t possess him. This love will stay forever here.”

“What if you get married?”

“I won’t get married because I am too old to get a good husband now. I do not have enough dowry too. My mother tried as far as she could.”

With this both resumed work. Six months later, Lai got married to another supervisor and began to ignore Io.

Io felt bad at this a little. She cried one day but resumed work post the event.

But, on that afternoon Io and Lai had lunch together with their mothers beside them as Lai was now carrying her child.

Sooner, they heard that the prince was planning to get married and girls from all the neighborhood dynasties would be attending the ceremony. However, this time they were inviting all the girls who thought they could have something good to offer to the prince.

Io told her desire to her mother.

“You foolish girl. Why would the prince take your hand?”

“I am not worried if he will, i am more worried about the fact that this is the only chance to tell him that I love him. This would be all that i would ever want from you.”

Her mother had pity on the daughter. So, she thought of arranging a beautiful kimono for her. Whatever she had saved for her marriage she used it all to get her a kimono.

Io looked like a queen in that kimono. Her mother went with her to attend the show. She imagined being thrown out by the guards and she could see the entire court laughing at her stupidity.

One by one each said what they could offer the king and the prince. The beautiful princesses of several kingdoms visited them. Each stood with the representatives who spoke on behalf of them.

When Io’s turn came, she stood up and everyone looked around for the representative.

However, she bowed low and began,

“I speak for myself, oh! Holy king. I am a peasant in your farm with my mother and i can only offer love to the prince.” Tears trickled down her cheek with those words. She just prayed that the king would show mercy and not throw her and her mother into the prison.

But, nothing of that sort happened and she was asked to take her seat back.

After all was over, they went home.

After almost a month, a drummer drummed the message in the village gate.

Both were asked to appear before the king. With fear in their hearts her mother took Io the palace and instead of hand cuffs they were greated with flowers.

Io was chosen by the prince for he was looking for someone who could love him.

“I know you love me, I have seen you in the farms. Spreading bad rumors can only confuse those who are weak and the faint hearted. Purity of a heart cannot be defined by those whose heart is itself so crippled that they cannot let their love decide for themselves, the ones who cannot accept that love is a bond of the heart, not all humans can be bonded in the same way. Mine and your heart has the same tune. He doesn’t know that his love is an act of possession and benefits, his heart does not even know how to sing. ”

” How do you know it, o’ prince.”

The prince moved slightly and behind him stood the supervisor handcuffed and chained.

“It is true my prince, she is an ill natured and she has a de filing character, she is not a good woman, she flirts with every single man on the farm, goes with many, laughs like all are his mates. I have proof.”

“It is not true my prince.” tears trickled down her eyes.

“I smile and talk good with others because they are as troubled as I am. A little smile brings some joy to all weary hearts, my prince.”

“We forgive you.” the prince took her hand as he took her hand and went inside the palace.

The Ming dynasty was very strong in those times.

She lived happily ever after and bore two sons, the future rulers of the Ming empire.