Words from the Mild Mountain

It is commonly said that I am of a very grave and sombre nature, but how can this be accepted when everyone acknowledges that I echo every word? People were, they are, and they will be there to defame whoever they want. Although they are taught that they ought to get themselves rectified time and again, they never receive the lessons. They never desire to learn anything patiently. However, it feels a bit relieving to me that there are a few exceptional people who do just the opposite to the common people. Consequently, they have to become cornered by the so-called human society. Anyway, optimistically speaking, I do love resonating to the words that are born out of pure reverence and true love for me. I, too, am a part of Nature. Lots and lots of tourists come to visit me every day. I sometimes am adorned with waterfalls that glide down the valleys. Well, I am resolute enough to live in peace, because, regardless of what people think of me or speak about me, I still remain unperturbed always with a happy smile that can be visible only to those who love me and try to hear my voice. Moreover, the white snow, when it comes to meet the dazzling sunlight, feels me up with tender emotions. I smile, I shine and I sing the songs of life.

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Candid Confessions of a Guitar

 

People like listening to my melody. When one strums on me, I feel so lucky indeed, because then I get identified with Nature and with human beings. Right then, I feel as if I am used to bridge up the gap between them. I never imagined as well that I can be the source of everybody’s entertainment, mirth and lingering happiness. They say that music is the one and only companion never shunning anyone. Do you know what the most important side in this regard is? It is the fact that I can be a part of it. I can be of manifold kinds like bass guitar, lead guitar and so on and so forth. Still, no one can deny that all of my kinds are used for the same purpose, that is, music. Moreover, I feel too glad, for sure, as and when I recall that I am one of the reasons of the birth of a number of musical artists. People utilise me for therapy also. Well, I must admit that when my strings are touched with a plectrum, I feel as if it is magic, pure and sweet magic, for certain. Then, I find myself worthy enough to live as an entity in this universe. However, while learning how to play on me, the novices, most of the time, get prone to scar their fingers; still, they take utmost delight in this regard thinking that a few scars can be endured for the sake of learning music and spreading the message everywhere.

 

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A Few Words from the Rainbow

I add divine hues to the sky. People look at me in amazement. Sometimes, I can overhear them saying, "How colourful and how beautiful the rainbow is!" Yes, I will never deny that their words do make me feel a bit proud of myself. Wait! That's not the end at all. I may feel proud, but that's momentary indeed. The act of entertaining people is my be-all-and-end-all. I probably sound to justify myself, right? Well, I feel as if I'm a part of heaven as and when the little children feel regaled at my sight. Their mirth and their astonishment fill me up with joy. My cup of gladness does overflow. They say as if they find a friend in me. It is very gratifying when I find out that I can be the reason for their merriment and their smile. People say that I have seven colours that are actually abbreviated with the acronym of 'VIBGYOR'. What does this acronym mean? Let me answer, "Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange and Red". As and when you look at me, I can ascertain that you shall find that I am a natural painting untouched by any human hand. According to science, I'm an example of the dispersion of light. The droplets of rain are the secret of my timeless beauty.

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Messages from a Greeting Card

People call me a greeting card. They convey their best wishes, their sincerity, their love, their regards, and their various ways of greeting the New Year etc. to their near and dear ones by writing their notes on me. It is indeed regaling for me to be a part of such an amazing purpose. Sometimes, I wonder how lucky I have been to be utilised for such noble and grand reasons. Frankly speaking, it provides me with utmost mirth, because I spread the message of peace and goodwill to celebrate the New Year’s birth. I am indispensable, for sure. I feel very grateful to be a part of the New Year’s greetings, the tidings of joy, the messages of love, and so on and so forth. Most strikingly, I feel the oneness with everybody for spreading peace, smile, hope, happiness, optimism, and all other good qualities. I aim at ushering in a new era of light and bliss. However, during the recent times, people use their smartphones by ignoring me. Yes, it causes me plentiful pains indeed. I feel like I have been supplanted by those robotic elements. They lack life and love, whereas I lack luck. Nevertheless, none can deny the memories that I used to gift in the bygone days.

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