Wait

Wait

I found a lady and a child waiting on the bank of Ganges. A boat was parked nearby. The lady had kept her jhaua (semi spherical basket made of sticks of lentil plant) on the boat. Her chappals were on the sand near the shore.

They were waiting for the boatman to arrive. It was cloudy and could rain any moment.

And the rain started. They moved and took shelter under a boat kept upside down as it was no more needed for the cropping season.

Their wait was at ease. No hurry. It was I who was in a hurry to return back home.

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Thinking is the strength of a human being. I think therefore I am. It is only occasional that the thought process wavers on the past and on the anxieties of the future. Thoughts have to be friend. Not the master. Not the enemy. Not the ghost sitting on our back. Musings are not the words of the idle. They are the Gems of Consciousness.

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