I am on a constant journey of self- realisation and self- improvement. I was a sapling. The storms in my life fed my roots with water and a new life seeped into me. The thick branches of knowledge, experience and wisdom grew from the thin twigs and thin branches of innocence, inexperience and incomprehensibility. I grew into a tree. A tree which is sufficient not only for itself but for the other living organisms as well. The only source of survival it requires is water, of which the quantity may vary according to the situation. It doesn’t stop once it has reached a maturation stage, but keeps growing every moment, every day, every week, every month, every year till its life sustains. It goes through various stages in this journey of growth.
Time is sand.
It flows from our hand
As tight we may keep our grip
A pinhole and all of it would slip.