Stream of Life

nilgai

There are moments when you feel empty. The story that led you here, devoid of cheer or despair. Left to be contemplated, like the empty mug of beer, followed by a walk home… alone…
There are moments when you feel full. The first time you felt beautiful… and other times you felt beautiful. The feeling of never having been here before, quite like this. A familiarity that does not feed upon curiosity. A feeling that there is infinity in your shy gaze. You are her offspring too. Somewhere in the stream of life, I am you.

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  1. Martin Buber’s I and Thou? Both empty and full, Here and before and with no end or beginning-i am you.
    aitd

  2. beautiful Prashant…positively, simply beautiful.

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