An idea, a thought, an anecdote, a story or a poem a day!

  Forlorn, feeling empty and finding it hard to focus, Along the banks of a lost river, that I remember, used to be. Tired, and teary, and in an urgent need for some water,  I came upon a bottle of some kind, transparent like glass  but made of some unbreakable substance and no opening that I could see at a glance neither a cork nor a twist top, what kind of bottle it was? A bottle with no mouth, but somehow it spoke to me! Foggy inside, with a piece of paper with some strange letters and unknown symbols written in different colours on it, floating in it, I shook it and the letters started to melt in the fog their rainbow colours dissolving and resolving themselves, and a sound started to emanate from it Ouummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Which started to turn into a song in a language I didn’t understand But the music swayed me, and I shut my eyes, dancing to the tune, forgetting everything else, Karagre Vasate Lakshmi, Karmadhye Saraswati, ...

We can't go back in time to do what was left undone,  Or to undo that was done. The moment has passed, it isn't there, waiting for us,  to complete that what was paused, to make the amends to what we had missed to heal the hurts that we had inflicted. The need for these amends is no more But we can apologise,  an apology is better than an 'ignore', it says, we didn't forget, the hurt, the loss, the injustice, we can say sorry, for the grief caused!  In time we can't go back. But from time we can learn!