New Delhi:
The green hill slopes are now covered with riots of colours – pretty pink, white, red, mauve, yellow and mellow Cosmos, and down in the valley too. Soft and tenderly, they bloom bright and lovely in the soft November sun, luring hearts of gold into its realms of beauty and richness untold. Standing tall in thousands against the moving brush of white clouds and blue skies, this November wedding bloom symbolises beauty and modesty.
Blessed are those who can find them and see their beauty. Blessed are those who dwell among the cosmos. Blessed are those whose dreams are layered with fine petals of cosmos. And, blessed are those who can melt in its softness and feel its modesty.
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Dwelling in the beauty and halo of finer things in life, however, may not be on the minds of many empty and hardened souls because it is the dream of a pure and thirsty soul. And only such can find the way to it.
It’s true, nothing good comes easy and the road to a joyful and fruitful life is paved with brokenness. But only a heart of gold and a thirsty soul can tread this priceless path woven with pretty cosmos.
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The blind, blinded by trivialities of this world of greed and paper roses, may never find this true and golden path of life. For, their hearts and minds are set on things that do not matter. They waste away their lives in dark and dusty spaces, where moths eat away their bearings.
But salvation waits for all. The lost can be found and be redeemed. The choice is yours.
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As you traverse different paths of life, you may find many pebbles. What you do with the pebbles is all up to you. Once again, the choice is yours. You may choose to head the mountain road, climb the hills and melt in the softness of pretty cosmos and live thousand splendid suns, or lay waste and wilt under the scorching sun of filth and crookedness. The choice is many. If timing is everything, life is all in the choosing, so it goes. . . And, it’s November - pretty cosmos time!
