The carpenter made a beautiful teak box. It was unique and
one of a kind. Not sure if I can say that it was beautiful, because that
depends on perception. But different it was.. something about it will draw a
second glance the myriad pieces on display. Maybe objects have a personality of
their own.. and I like to think that they do.. after all aren’t we all objects
in the entire cosmic creation..
Better not to lose track of the box.. They came by.. most of
the people dismissed the box instantly for numerous reasons.. utility..
aesthetics.. interiors.. décor.. material.. and many more..
This was fair.. for neither did the box want to be taken up
in an environment where it doesn’t belong and wont be appreciated..
How often does it happen when someone has their attention on
it, likes it and goes out of their way to procure the object for what it is…
and as time goes by, expect the wooden teak box to act a magical disappearing
broom cupboard.. Expect it to entertain you.. produce a genie that will listen
to your rants and talk to you.. the box
never promised any miracles… however it loses its initial charm..
There it ends.. in the bin.. neglected and forgotten
I really wondered how often could that happen..
All the time.. After all we all are objects in the entire
cosmic creation who move and get moved (as we choose) by the humongous tide of
expectations!
2 comments:
Well Said! I liked it :)
Very Well written :)
Expectations reduce joy!
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