KABIR'S COMPLAINT

Kabir never accepted any gift from his disciples. But his son Kamal never refused anything that his disciples brought to him. This made Kabir unhappy. One day, he reproached his son: "I do not accept any gift because gifts mean nothing to me. But it pains me to know that you grab all that your disciples bring to you." Kamal said: "Father, if gifts mean nothing to you, why are you bothered whether I accept them or reject them?" Here, Kabir had an 180º mind, and Kamal a 360º one.

ANOTHER GREAT SHORT STORY....

INFERIORITY COMPLEX...

Yesterday I came to a realisation....we are so small in this big world.....minute particles.And still we behave as if the world is looking at us....nobody has the time...we are too small....there is so much to do....to read, to listen, to see, to feel....still a long way to go!!

Destiny....

The backpack..

Cement highway

Passing trucks and buses

Heat,

Sun,

Perspiration,

Shoebites...

Expectations packed

In the backpack,

Burdens

Oozing through the

Sweat,

I keep walking...

To where

The highway takes me...

It reflects the heat on me..

I boil,

I heat,

I simmer,

Shoebites hurt my toe,

And

The green pus exudes...

Trickling onto my toe,

Seeping through the socks..

The heat lessens,

Purple clouds,

Rain drop splatters

My face..

Mixing with the sweat

I look up...

The highway stretches

To the horizon.

I remove my shoe

And sprint....

To my Destiny...

Hmmm....

So I Start Posting...