As children, we used to be
told that there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. We used to run
towards it to catch it. And it holds our fascination even today....like a
distant dream, an exciting goal!
How many pots we run after in
life, isn't it? But have you stopped to see how beautiful each color on the
rainbow is? And what an enchanting harmony of color the rainbow is?
But we prefer to focus on the
pot which ultimately turns out to be just an illusion. And we mistake wood for
the trees as we are past masters at doing this anyway.
Life's journey is also like a
rainbow, with various hues and shades, now hidden, now visible. And we are the
sky that holds all the colors within, to cherish each one with all their warmth
and divinity.
If we were not born, would we have been able to experience the pure,
undiluted beauty of God's creation? Rabindranath Tagore said that this world is
so beautiful that he wanted to be born again and again. He cherished the
opportunity of creativity and radiated joy through his writings and his
music...the journey, riding on the rainbow with no aspirations of ending it and so, no desire
to find that pot.
Surekha
Kothari
surekhakothari.wordpress.com
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