A recent trip took me to a place which actually became a pilgrimage for me. One goes on a pilgrimage for contentment, peace and happiness. I found them all in a small house. Sized not bigger than a servant quarter, the house accommodated a family of 20. Crammed and claustrophobic, the resources in the house seemed quite limited. Hovering above the house was a tree. A tree devoid of all its leaves.
What at first seemed like a morbid representation of pain, struggle and loneliness, turned out to be quite the opposite of it. As the day started, I experienced a completely different world altogether. Everybody in the house seemed really happy, even if they were eating stale bread.
The birds on the tree also seemed to have accepted the harsh reality of life. They sat on the leafless branches, not bothered about the heat, instead enjoyed whatever life offered them. Life was having fun above and below the tree. Both the creatures, happy in their world, having no qualms about their existence.
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