It had been a long lull. There were few stray winds of hopeful opportunities in my professionally draughted life, but they would soon realise their misplacement, apologize and leave, leaving me with a note: We regret to inform you that you were unfortunately not shortlisted on this opportunity. I would sigh and again stare at the barren sky, hopeful of showers that would nurture a tree of lustrous notes and coins. Ah! how I imagine a tree like that in my backyard. I would have watered it everyday and put ample fertilizers for it to grow. I had been working hard, my labour just wasn't bearing any fruits. There were resumes made and revised again and again, there were influential persons contacted in vain. Many tiring hours were spent in front of a computer, hunting through innumerable job sites, they were all promising me something, now I know, it was just a false hope. This is how I was falling into the deep pit of frustration, with darkness becoming an accomplice in all my expressions of irritation. But just before I could hit the ground, I saw a hand wandering in the dark seeking mine. I have been pulled out, and I again see the sky. Its funny how a small cloud could envisage my fall from the great a distance and offer its hand. The trees of my dreams are yet to get rooted but I have felt the tiny droplets of water on my face and tongue. The dream is not too far, the materialistic spirituality of my backyard would soon yield its fruits. :)
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Now this makes sense. It is free of your raa and daa confusions.
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