Sparkle!

Tiny droplets of rain on my bedroom window-2 a.m.

Tiny droplets of rain on my bedroom window-2 a.m.

What is the first thing that comes to mind when looking at that picture? Golden glitter? Fireworks? Maybe a scattering of sequins or a spray of golden paint. Yet what’s amazing is that those tiny illuminated golden dots are in fact little droplets of rain shinning like starts in the night sky. Beautifully captivating, yet so distant. There’s always a story behind every image. That what makes it so special.

I took this picture at around 2 a.m. It was just one of those long sleepless nights; the one’s when too much caffeine and sugar keeps you up, way past midnight. I was staring out the window, brooding. My mind was refusing to slow down; processing random odd thoughts. It started drizzling causing the street light from across the road to light up the tiny droplets which had collected on the glass window creating something so mesmerizingly unique. That’s when I couldn’t help grabbing my phone and taking this picture!

Beautiful no?

Beautiful no?

The human talent is similar to this very image. Every single one of us has a flair for something, be it writing, painting, singing, designing, cooking, gardening even building, you name it!  Yet the challenging part is to try to discover your inner glow and to engage yourself in what you do best once discovered. You can’t expect yourself to change overnight. It takes hard work, practise and patience to nurture that talent and mould it to perfection.  We must understand that each of us is special and unique just like those tiny droplets of rain. We have the capability to transform our talent to create something beautiful.

“What a frightening thing is the human, a mass of gauges and dials and registers, and we can only read a few and those perhaps not accurately”
(John Steinbeck)

“Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning.”

(Bonnie T.Barry)

 “Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn. Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story”
(Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things)

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