I look around me and see the fireflies of beauty guiding us in the pitch darkness of our existence.
The proverty that is visible in the slow moving traffic, the sight of the slums during the takeoff or landing of our flights, the unhappiness of my friend, the hyacinth in the pond of my village, the weed in my neighbour's garden--- unappreciated, unwanted. But isnt it the proverty that defines the existence of an opposite called affluence? Isnt it the hyacinth that makes the water lillies more desirable?
For we love beauty, we should also love the opposite that magnifies it. But we never seem to notice.
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The proverty that is visible in the slow moving traffic, the sight of the slums during the takeoff or landing of our flights, the unhappiness of my friend, the hyacinth in the pond of my village, the weed in my neighbour's garden--- unappreciated, unwanted. But isnt it the proverty that defines the existence of an opposite called affluence? Isnt it the hyacinth that makes the water lillies more desirable?
For we love beauty, we should also love the opposite that magnifies it. But we never seem to notice.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License.
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