Few Splashes of Life

For the first time, I stood in the holy river, letting its cool touch awaken something wordless within me — a tickling sensation of nature in its purest form. The water shimmered around my feet as they pressed into the soft sand, grounding me for a moment before the grains began to slip away.

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My feet laid grounding themselves in sand, but as the nature of sand goes, it slipped away from underneath my feet and left a hollow space. Just like time, it slips — just like the more we hold on to our grip on something, the more we lose it. We do not hold on to something we love; we only tighten our fears and insecurities. For destiny won’t let you cling to slipping sand; it offers you sudden splashes of water which you do not expect.

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It even takes away the sand and particles unnecessarily burdening your feet. It washes. It comes in ripples and pieces — slow, sudden, fast, unexpected waves — showing the playfulness that life throws at you in a way that teases you to play back when you are sitting idle.

Life has its colours. A child was playing with water, splashing at others, wearing anklets.

Her feet already carried music, yet she added to it — the river joined her melody — the nature infused the ripples with her anklets, and then she infected me with her playfulness.I found myself gathering her musical splashes, and in a few minutes we created our own music — splashing at each other, she with her anklets and I with whatever little child she had awoken within me.

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She looked like this😄

Not actual image , just reference