Post Box 8

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November 13, 2017 •NON-FICTION •Author:

To you,

With the striving love,

Winter is coming. I can see the blizzard approaching. I can hear it howling wildly shaking our dry branches hard. I can feel the chilling cold when all our leaves would go dry and fall. But interestingly, like F. Scott Fitzgerald, I can also see life starting all over again when it gets crisp in the Fall.Yes, it’s difficult to take it when the tree that you had planted with so much of love and cared with so much of passion grows dry suddenly. That too, not because you didn’t take care. However, dear, let’s look at it this way, this Fall will release the old leaves to find their way to something new.  This winter, the wind is definitely going to shake us with all its might but let us be ready to flutter with delight before we actually fall. 

It’s difficult to wait for the spring to come but my dear, some moments are worth waiting for. Till then, we will keep watering our old stems, nourish our soil and make it ready for some new bearings. We will nurture it with some additional love.
If in case things turn out different, not so affluent, then we would just be those autumn leaves, who lived their life in bliss; until the moment the sun was there, enjoyed the color it had in spring and leave gracefully.
I have loved Paulo Coelho so much. In his ‘The Alchemist’, he says, “When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.” So, I am hopeful things will turn around better and this strive will definitely add something new to our platter.

Truly Yours

Love.

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