Dreams are the guiding words of the soul. Why should I henceforth not love my dreams and not make their riddling images into objects of my daily consideration.’
Yesterday, once again I heard of the bees being driven off their homes and then collecting the honey from their hive adulterating it with jaggery and selling it locally, it seems be a racket in urban cities. Smoking out the hives out for honey results in suffocating many of these bees.
How callous we are, truly there is nothing sweet about this kind of honey.
Sometimes after we have done our very best We need þatience as much as perseverance Time heals it all they say In throes of torment We need to trust time to pass to a better moment. We need patience in waiting.
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