It is easy to notice how inconsistent my blogging has been. I was hoping to write something since quite some time, but writer's bloc was an excuse for inactivity. That is when I read a post by a friend and was thinking of commenting. The resulting comment seemed to be too long but an apt size for a post. So here it goes.
For those of you who might want to read the actual post (it is not long at all), the link is below, am sure Suruchi would not mind:
For those who did not have either the time or the inclination to go through, or perhaps by some mighty stroke of luck were absolved of the onus of having to do so, the writer is hesitant of letting the precious things go and is naturally attached to it. She does understand however that it is not her prerogative to decide whether what she has shall stay hers or not. but she cannot help trying. It is then that she makes the widely accepted premise that sand, when held tightly in a palm shall only sift through your fingers, summerizing by saying, "Sometimes it feels life is nothing but a struggle to learn the art of letting go."
To that I have to say this:
Sand grains are very tiny & fine. Fine sands cannot be held tight as has been pointed out. Also note that finer the sand, more difficult it is to hold it.
But in the desert, sometimes the sand becomes absolutely fine. So fine that the two sand particles do not give space to anything else to come in between. Even a molecule of water is not able to slip through the particles. Water molecules are far smaller than sand particles, but the bonding of sand forms an impermeable sheet and when there is even a drop of water, it is not able to percolate into the hot parched earth. When many such water droplets accumulate and are not able to get drained, that is what gives rise to an oasis in the desert, which is a quite literally a life saver.
Alas the affinity of sand particles for one another is not based on what the other particle looks like or thinks or feels but on how one can tune one's crevices to bulges in the other particles.
Hoping that the readers are wise enough to draw logical conclusions & praying for an oasis to spring up to everyone of you; even if there are no deserts in your life. Remember that nature shall only bestow upon us an allegory, the rest is for us to do.
Hasmukh :)
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