Existence

Once upon a time there was a book. A book without any name. A book without any cover. A book without any pages. A book without any words. This was a book with just a soul. A book which was just a thought and yet to be born. Like any unborn soul who gets a body within nine months, this soul also took shape into her author’s mind, developing chapter by chapter, before finally being born. The book had a name now. It has a shining new cover and a lot of pages. A picture of a little girl in a pink frock & a silk baby pink colored umbrella, with the words written on the top spelling 'Cinderella'. The book was beaming with shine & radiance, standing on the shelf of the new arrivals, with many newborns alongside her. She was proud of her sparkling cover, her rainbow colors and more than anything else her untouched existence. She stood there watching a sea children coming daily. Children, who would pick these books with their dirty hands, smudging the beautiful covers, licking the pages with drivel and make the smooth pages rough .She hated the sight of them. There was a vanity in her thoughts & she wished to remain untouched.

Days by days passed and she stood there. The colors had started to fade. The dust had settled in. She stood there now all alone. She lost her charm and radiance. The exuberance was gone. She felt like dying, with no one ever knowing her inner being. Her wish to remain untouched was fulfilled, but she was not happy. Then one day a little girl with eager looking eyes saw this book & picked it up. She wiped her surface of the dust. Looked at the cover & with a gentle smile opened it up. The book felt the sensation of touch for the first time. She felt a wave of energy moving inside her. With every page the girl turned, she felt like a new birth. Finally the girl turned the last page & with a happy fulfilled smile, completed the reading as well the book. The book could find her happiness in the smile of the little girl. She felt her soul has been incarnated into the little girl. It was the happiest day of her life. After all the purpose of her birth, the purpose of her life, the purpose of her existence had been completed.

(This was a story I wrote some year & a half back. It was born out of a mind completely drained out when it was finished..)

Born

Today is the day when this blog is taking birth.

This will be a space where the philosophical side of a human mind crafted in words will be posted.

Looking forward to have a useful insight.