Thursday, December 14, 2006

Sand Houses

The little girl always loved making sand houses by the seaside. She made them in innumerable sizes and shapes. The vast range of creativeness it offered made her happy. At times she wanted her houses to be a king's castle, while other times it was a peasant's house. At times she wanted all her houses to be perfect rectangular blocks, aligned in rows and columns, while some other times the lines bent to form arcs, circles and triangles.

Maybe her loneliness was one of the main reasons behind her fondness for sand houses. She wanted someone to listen to her. Who can do that better than a heap of sand? A heap of sand which can act as an interpreter between she and the sea? Who can translate her thoughts better to a gushing wind? Who can tell her worries to a falling rain in a better manner? So she protected her sand houses as if they were a part of her soul. In fact, she believed her sand houses alone formed her soul.

But making those sand houses was never an easy task for her. At times her houses were washed off by sea water or blown off by winds. Some other times they were demolished by jealous souls. Many people told her that she should be concentrating on other interesting things in life than building vulnerable sand houses. But being the persistent self, she never wanted to give up on the sand houses which she loved so much.

As each day passed by, she continued making them with increased fervor. She believed that one day she would be able to make a sand house that would withstand all the pressures. She ardently wished for that day when all the obstacles in front of her will move sideways and pave way for her. She waited for that day when all the people mocking at her at this point of time will actually be showering her with accolades.

Seasons passed by, climate changed from scorching heat of summer to leaf-shedding autumn to cold winter. She grew up to be a fine young woman still passionate about making sand houses. She still hopes that one day would be able to make that perfect sand house...

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At December 14, 2006 at 9:44 PM , Anonymous Bindu Kumar said...

she can do it...persistence shud b the mantra for her...btw its a well composed article...

 
At December 15, 2006 at 1:54 AM , Blogger Dewdrop said...

@bindu

I think even she believes perseverance is the key.

 
At December 15, 2006 at 5:08 AM , Blogger dH said...

"But making those sand houses was never an easy task for her. At times her houses were washed off by sea water or blown off by winds. Some other times they were demolished by jealous souls."

"washed off by sea"...well can stay far apart frm sea,still makin sure that sand is availbl ther..
"blown off by winds"...wind shield vl help?
"jealous souls".... 2 ways
# turn them 'not jealous'...
# luk on ways to guard...

 
At December 15, 2006 at 5:41 AM , Blogger vandu said...

woww......really nice
question....is this little girl you ...the quite girl???

 
At December 15, 2006 at 7:52 PM , Blogger Ankur said...

this hope of that one day, when the most awaited wish will come true is the one that drives the world. its this that makes people work for tomorrow and brings smiles and sorrows.
It is one of the essence of life.

Nicely written post. Keep it up....

 
At December 17, 2006 at 4:48 AM , Blogger Dewdrop said...

@dH

Nice suggestions. i will try out.

@vandu

Need not be me. It can be anyone of us.

@ankur

True. I think dreams are the driving force for each one of us.

 
At December 17, 2006 at 5:24 AM , Blogger Arun said...

That one day that she is expecting may have already come..It'll come again and again in her life. But she has to realize that.. success is a path and may not be a destination...

 
At May 11, 2007 at 2:15 AM , Blogger Dewdrop said...

@arun

Good point. Success is the path and not destination.

 

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