The fragility of life eludes many. Every night,
we go to sleep, we don’t really know whether we are going to get up, get up
healthy or with an ailment. Every day, we are so preoccupied with ourselves
that we don’t focus on the fact that there is a larger machinery at work and we
are merely small cogs in the wheel of life.
A dot on a large canvas is just that: a
dot. Not the canvas. And we need to remember that each minute that the dot can
be erased any time.
Surekha Kothari
surekhakothari.wordpress.com
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