Love & War, Prose, Ramblings, Soul Stuff


Faith is when you nip your potflower in the dying, whithering bud because it’s Spring time and one needs to make room for the new. Faith is watering what appears to be a mere bush twice a week because it’s just a matter of time before a fresh buds grows back and new colour flourishes.Faith is exciting when there is a guarantee of an outcome. Watering that plant is no longer a burden or a redundant exercise. But is it still faith in the absence of the guarantee? I don’t know… The flower’s job is none of my business. So I will keep watering, doing my part. Because, that is my business.

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