A Short Story

Tagore says it mostly in incomplete lingering thoughts. The last line should equip you with a thousand more versatile ways, only do not pick up there, there is nothing to pick up there, in reluctance. How do you knit a pattern? When are you true there? Are you not there, in full blown swing of completion? De-glamorize your thoughts. Then only you will be able to see the worker bee, the one you are yearning to see, not the other one.You are an intended dress, not the dress yourself. You are a caller or a caller tune, there is an ocean between these two. Love deeply. Love aimlessly. Then this will be less overwhelming , less intense to bear the pain within. Touch the olive tree still standing there in that grassy field, with the lush of green with the hue of red in the coloring fauna to mean something, meant only for you. And then, you will find that you are not even an inch closer to Tagore, where you started in the very first place. But never lose heart. Tagore says it mostly in incomplete lingering thoughts…