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Tryst with myself

A blooming bud, whose each petal
aspiring to get released from the rosette club,preparing to blossom and transform into a beautiful flower groomed with a niche fragrance, had an encounter with bumblebees.
Countless buds turn into flowers everyday unexceptionally but have you ever thought of a flower aspiring to be a bud again.....

But this flower had a contemplation of having a TRYST with the Past(BUD) because now it  discerns itself as dreary, arid and banal as seemingly for it all its nectar has been guzzled by lecherous bumblebees.

It feels heartbroken, enduring in the same garden with the same soil with nowhere else to go. Unlike others who have been plucked and attenuated to be used for varied reasons (gifting, decor, worship, scent......)

Reminiscing the days when it was protected in the tiny rosettes covered by the whorl of sepals, it felt comfortable and loved but as the other stages of development came into picture the sensation of exile emerged.

The exile from ethereal beauty and enchanting fragrance, the characteristics which once made it the centre of attraction.

Likewise, it happens with our own selves when we reminisce the golden days of our life which have been turned over like the pages of an over read book. The one which is lying on the bookshelf just before us to see everyday but we simply choose to ignore it. Why ? May be the good reminds us of how better it was than now ...or the failures might slow down our current path to success.

The ignorance comes from the fright of exile from the present to the oblivion (state of being unconscious) where we find a great mix of diverse emotions depending upon the page we interface with. Our choice has much to do with our mental state ... The corners of the brain that connect to the heart are so soft that even the thought of getting in contact with them can lead us to extreme sense of happiness or grief both of which are immaterial in the present as their effects  have already marked a place in our lives.

So why to turn those pages, keep on doing the good work by writing some exciting new ones so as to live the way you want to be what if you could not make it your way in the previous pages you still have countless opportunities in your hand to paint your Canvas your way.

Step out to the world and its creator has lot more in store for you. Concentrate on exploring that and begin a new journey to have a Tyrst with your ownself everytime.
Because "Self Love is the Greatest Love". And it's this love with yourself that helps you sense the joy and beauty in other creatures.

So realize love for your ownself by reading the connected  post on this blog by clicking the following link...


https://aditibajaj.blogspot.com/2009/01/self-love-is-greatest-love.html

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