Once upon a time was born a fairy child ... she wailed on her birth, wailed like wild. And then she grew up and she became lady luck. Fair ways were her fare and love and comfort she will share.
And then...
Aye old man, before you could tell she grew old, and by and by dwellin in joy, she left this world.

Why did the fairy die in joy? Fairy can be assumed to be a being with a lot of goodness, apart from the wings. Even as the best of us suffer sadness, I think she made no extra effort to keep herself happy. It is so evident. This is unlike ignorance (esp. for women). I like to think kids are innocent, but even they sometimes kill ants.
But then I am assuming to know … like we laugh at older myths wherein people believed the heart to be the organ of thinking before they discovered it was the brain, our coming generations will have reasons to laugh at us.
It is inexhaustible. Some make good progress...but do they know?? No. We are all seeking to be aware.
Stick to your values, and keep back straight when you walk till then. I will be writing more stories, and just little stories

A friend asked me to write on grief, of separation, or earthly desires and the post came up. I said sadhu sadhu sadhuI am writing from office and it seems years since I last wrote. I see How much being in media had affected my writing and has made it impersonal ... I think it is also because I feel less of an individual and more a part of the environment and the world now, it is a shift in sensibility with significantly lot more information, never enough though.
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