Tuesday, February 15, 2011


A young woman was standing in the middle of the town claiming that she had the most beautiful heart in the whole world. A large crowd gathered and they all admired her heart as it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it.

But an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said,
Your heart is not as beautiful as mine.

The crowd and the young woman looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly but full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in … but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several sharp edges. The young woman looked at the old man’s heart and laughed.
You must be joking, she said. Compare your heart with mine … mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.

Yes, said the old man,Yours is perfect looking … but mine is better than yours. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love….. I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them … and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges.
Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away … and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges …......these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too … and I hope someday they may return and fill the space. So now you can see what true beauty is.

The young woman stood silently with tears running down her cheeks. She walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. She offered it to the old man.
The old man took her offering, placed it in her heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound of the young woman’s heart.
It fit …. but not perfectly, as there were some sharp edges.
The young woman looked at her heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into her.

Monday, February 7, 2011

................My Hermit Crab....................

This my hermit crab's true but strange story!!A crab ,who loved to keep herself within her cozy comfy nest..her own shell.She was popularly known as Hermit Crab.She used to curl up in her shell for long time..........she never felt the urge to come out of her shell..........because there she was comfortable and secured.She liked the solidarity. But one fine day she peeped out..........saw the beauty of the nature.She was curious...........wanted to explore more. Alas !! She was not aware of the cruel world!!!!!
She came out of her shell.Started enjoying the entire world.........her tender heart didn't understand the complexity of this world.Got hurt...one after another.....but got the courage to stand straight without anyone's help.Wiped off her tears but no one came to know....people saw her laughing.........a cheerful crab.On her bumpy way she found someone...........almost like her.with the time she started loving him....she found a new dimension in her life.She forgot all her scars and started living............left existing !!!!! But soon she faced the truth......the naked truth !!!!! She was left alone,badly hurt,torn apart..bled badly.She went back to her shell............the shell which is harder enough to keep her safe and secure.She bid a good bye from all of us..........

Sunday, February 6, 2011


It says that a city can be moved but not a well. It’s around the well that lovers find each other, satisfy their thirst, build homes, and raise their children. But if one of them decides to leave, the well cannot go with them. Love remains there, abandoned – even though it is filled with the same pure water as before.

Love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation.

Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life.
We have to take love where we find it, even if it means hours, days, weeks of disappointments and sadness.

Love doesn’t ask many questions, because if we stop to think we become fearful. It’s an inexplicable fear; it’s difficult even to describe it. Maybe it’s the fear of being scorned, of not being accepted, or of breaking the spell. It’s ridiculous, but that’s the way it is. That’s why we don’t ask.

Wait. This was the first lesson I learned about love. The day drags along, we make thousands of plans, we imagine every possible conversation, we promise to change our behaviour in certain ways – and we feel more and more anxious until our loved one arrives.
But by then, we don’t know what to say. The hours of waiting have been transformed into tension, the tension has become fear, and the fear makes us embrassed about showing affection.

No wrong in accepting love.............