Friday, October 09, 2009

The Color Of Light..


This is a story of a jar & a li'l boy.. A true story, not a make-believe.. Just as real as my beating heart & seeing eyes..


There was this jar, a pretty unique one.. It's been in it's place for over two decades.. A beautifully see-through one.. It's been filled with wonders of all colors except for one.. A color it's never had before.. It was always happy knowing how different it is, and knowing of its unique contents.. It never really cared for the missing color as much as it cared for its present ones.. It always had pride in sharing all its colors with others & make all that surrounds it look prettier with its presence..

One day, after all the tick tacks & joys & laughs, a li'l boy came by.. He came close to the jar & with his eyes full of interest, he held the jar tight! He immediately noticed its missing color & screamed: "I have your missing color, dear jar!".. The jar was trembling with fear; it was its first time being held so strongly & suddenly! It was so used to the order of its contents & its familiar colors, and was so scared to add a new one after all those years.. It didn't know whether there is a place for this color, whether this color will match with the rest, whether it's strong enough to contain a new thing after years and years of familiarity....

As a few moments passed by, the jar felt the missing color in the li'l boy's hands.. As the li'l boy was getting ready to add that special missing color, the jar fell on the floor & broke to pieces! The jar & its contents were shattered all over the rough cold floor! Then, the li'l boy, without thinking, started to gather all its pieces together and hid the broken jar somewhere in the dark!

He started wondering, can he reshape it back to its old form, & put its contents in the same order they were in? If not, can he at least make a new different jar out of it & put the contents in a different acceptable order? But the main problem he was facing was the jar itself.. A few seconds ago it was a pretty transparent see-through jar, so after he "fixes" it, will it still be crystal clear as it was? He wondered & wondered.. But he thought for a moment, maybe God Has destined for this jar to break so that a stronger one would come out of it!

And the poor jar, was shattered.. Simply shattered and kept there in the dark, all alone! In his deep thoughts he was drowning.. And while frowning, he thought to himself, maybe tomorrow, when the sun goes shining........

5 comments:

JASMINA said...

Assalamu alaikum Sara,

thank you so much for this beautiful story that fulfilled my heart with hope.
Do you know the song that goes something like that:Let's take these broken wings and learn to fly :)!
Mwah,mwah my dear Saretta!

sara said...

Alaiky assalam Dearie :)

Thank YOU for always sharing your beauty <3

I think I do know that song, is it for a female singer?

xoxoxoxoxoxo

Vijay Santhosh Krishna said...

beating heart and seeing eyes are not real. For the heart will stop one day and eyes will not see from that day. There is nothing permanent in this world that a person is worth worrying for. Coz everything is temporary. Everything vanishes one day... And again a fresh chapter begins.

sara said...

A real beating heart echoes even after it stops beating :)

Vijay Santhosh Krishna said...

:-)... which real heart? how many such hearts? since time immemorial countless souls were created by god. lets say if there are 1000 real hearts in them. But what for are these 1000 so called real hearts echoing. There is no purpose. God is playing the game and we r all players in an unreal game called life...