A young man, standing on the edge of a cliff, about to end his life, and thus far absorbed in his own world, suddenly wanted to hear the drunkard complete the statement. But nothing happened for a minute. With impatience boiling inside him he shot the question directly to him instead, “What truth?”
“Happiness is opaque.” The drunkard replied promptly.
“Really?” The young man mocked.
“It never allows the light of our congenital talents to express themselves.”
“Then what does?”
Half a minute went by in silence.
“The prism of adversity allows us to express our true colours. Only after going through it does our V-I-B-G-Y-O-R, the one reflecting our core, is visible to the whole world.”
The young man – as the drunkard’s words made a nest in his conscience – found himself standing with his back at the cliff…already.
By: NovoneeL ChakrabortY