We are not all beautiful.
We are not all ugly.
Each one of us simply is.
Lao Tzu had pondered over this long ago as did I on that fateful night. If everyone is beautiful, what is ugliness?
Osho, the noble, proud, and caring father of the two, was watching me handle the two just-born kittens with shivering hands.
We are not all ugly.
Each one of us simply is.
Lao Tzu had pondered over this long ago as did I on that fateful night. If everyone is beautiful, what is ugliness?
Well, Cookie had just given birth to Peanut and Pixie.
Nihilism and all other isms took a back seat in my train of thoughts. That moment in time, when I held them. Close to my chest and deep in my palms. Like an old, long lost lover, who you still hold on to for your dear life.
Their closed eyes, shivering bodies, small and soft nails, and swaying gait made way for a whole set of new meanings that life offers.
I realized that miracles aren't made; they're born every day.
New life when it kicks in in any form is something that you can't explain with words. But a certain word made sense to me that day: Spectacular.
The insignificance of all our lives on this planet and elsewhere in the Universe didn't matter. All that mattered are the two new lives, who entered our lives that night.
Since that day, the songs have stopped, the music is milder; all we want to hear are kitten noises even in our much deprived sleep.
