She
was sitting under a tree, throwing pebbles into the pond, still brooding over
the events that took place earlier that day. Plonk! Plonk! Plonk! Went the
pebbles into the pond, each time creating a ripple in the calm water, her thoughts
echoing an entirely different chaos.
He
should not have yelled at me like that! So what if he’s my elder brother. I’ve
grown old too now, I am not a baby anymore…
Plonk!
Plonk! Plonk…!
And
how dare he call me an idiot? I am not an idiot! I am as intelligent as he is,
may be more! And what happened was an accident…
Plonk!
Plonk! Plonk! Plonk! Plonk! Plonk…!
I
know he’s always had this hatred for me. Momma’s blue eyed boy! Why is he
always trying to put me down!!! We are just a few years apart anyway. Why does
he have to act so superior?
Plonk!
Plonk! Plonk! Plonk! Plonk! Plonk! Plonk! Plonk! Plonk! Plonk! Plonk! Plonk…!!!
I
was insulted. I am ALWAYS insulted by him. This time, he’s going to pay for it!
This time I will make him regret yelling at me! I will show him I am equal in
all respects to him. This time…
SSPLASHHHH!!!!
She
was wet; the big splash brought her back to reality. Droplets had formed on her
face; her hair and dress were wet too. For a while she was confused. She had no
idea who made the splash. With anger in her eyes she looked here and there to
locate the source of the splash. She found no one. Slowly her eyes fell on her
own palm. The one which was throwing pebbles in the pond. It now held a big
stone. SHE had made the splash!
While
brooding over her brother, she never realized when her hand began picking and
chucking larger stones in the pond. With each passing thought her hand was
grabbing a bigger pebble, till it turned into grabbing stones.
How
often do we let, small grudges, misgivings and self pity to take a big ugly
form by brooding over it, by unnecessarily dwelling on it?
Anger,
ego, jealousy, self pity, pride, malice, vengeance, vanity all begin at
pebbles, and we only realize their hazardousness once we are drenched by a big
splash. Do you want to curb it at pebbles? Or are you waiting to get wet?
How sad that no one has commented on this...
ReplyDeleteSpot on. Pondering on hurts just makes them larger than life. Forgiveness is the way! More for your own good, than the good of the other.
Thanks Robert, it really means a lot to me ! :)
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