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The smoothness on rock faces

What happens when waterfalls dry up? She asked me one day.

The steady deluge turns into a drip and then down below, it leaves muddy memories from the time when all was well. The parched rocks smolder and dries up the last memories of the water that once fell from above. And then there is dust and death and silence and waiting... And waiting.

Who waits Raj?

The universe, Princess. The roundness of the cavity into which water once fell, waits for its purpose. The smoothness on the rock faces nurses its hope and waits as well. The spawns and the lichens and the catfish and the lovers... everybody waits Princess.

What if water never falls again? What if the river has dried up for ever? What if it has changed its course? Will they still wait?

They will Princess. My universe will never accept that possibility. It survives on perpetual hope. Hope is good. It nurses convenient memories over generations of adversities. We hope, therefore we are.

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  1. Yes HOPE, which sustains humankind.
    The hope of the mountain, which touches the sea everyday, with its waterfall.
    The waterfall may dry up. But as the mountain keeps rising when plates collide, someday, some glacial lake will burst, and form it again...

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  2. Feels wonderful to come across this blog. You paint with words...every stroke adds a third dimension...depth...there is much beyond what is first revealed to the eye.
    This is something I'd love to come back to.

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