Epilogue (The Journey)

“The sun shinning bright, the shadows were small. The horses circled around him. They saw two marks on his foot”.

Those marks were from the black cobra. The Cobra bit him. Now if you read the story (Blog - The Journey) carefully you will find the following three elements towards the end.

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The Journey

He searched for the roots of the heartfelt cry, wandering across the forest he found kids scared and lost. He gave them his food, and realized that their destination is not his. However, he decided to change his plans or his destiny. He felt guiding the kids, to their destination were his karma. He turned and took the narrow path through the thick herbs.

The moment he took the first step, he felt something heavy on his shoulder, and the weight kept on increasing and it almost forced him onto his knees. Then he heard a voice. He does not know whether it came from his soul or from the darkness around him and he had a choice to make.

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Being on Top of the World

How do you feel when you reach on top of the Mount Everest? You feel like you conquered the world isn’t it. Now consider the following scenarios.

Once you are at the top, you feel excited and tired (at the same time) but you will have the satisfaction of achieving something extra ordinary.

However, if you really look back and see what was more exciting?

1. Being on top of the Mount Everest in freezing cold and all alone at the top.

OR

2. The stiff challenges it (Everest) thrown at you on your way up.

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Here is something I wrote when I was in College.

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My heart sings a sad song.
It’s the shear waiting
Which makes me driving
Out of my mind
And makes my heart faint.

I remember your tender kisses
The feel of your hands, your caress
But now no sense in dreaming
Without you, my life has no meaning.

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