'the world speaks to me in pictures,my soul answers in(music) writing....'
tagore again..
this day today reminded me of a memory so far unwritten,never unremembered but never written...
it was this way...
in this most practical world of trivial pursuits and monetary considerations ,there lived a poetic soul... more in the flight of her dreams than in the firmness of the terra firma , more in the goodness of her deeds than in the reality of the outcomes ,more in the joy of her smiles than in the pain of her existence.
her very existence was pain,she suffered from one of the most crippling diseases ever known to mankind ,and she knew she would never be cured...every day she would go through the prescribed exercises with firm fortitude , everyday she would take her pain killers to begin her day...but she began her day with a smile for her loved ones and a kind word for all who knew her.
all through the day ,she had a multitude of visitors ,some brought her cares that she cared enough to share ,some brought troubles that she would halve with a word of encouragement...and she sent away everyone with a song in their hearts and a feeling that there wasn't much that was wrong with this world....and whatever was wrong could be fixed with a do-it fix-it-forget-it attitude,all one needed was a little courage and someone to believe in you.
she was that someone...and she taught me all i know about courage...love and faith.
she is not with me today...but she is still with me.
every act of courage makes me believe again...
so i write.
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