MESSAGE OFTEN, YOU WILL NOT MESS IT UP

MESSAGE OFTEN, YOU WILL NOT MESS IT UP

A kind message at the right time mends matters. The hour gone, the relation lies in tatters. Such is the nature of earthly love that stands on the quicksand of the desirous self. Where such flimsy foundations are, love crumbles. Even if necessity sustains stained love, it is but a semblance of its original self founded in fancy, fantasy, idealism and inspiration. Rude reality has rocked it to its roots and left it scarred and marred for good. 

Man ever seeks the ideal in and through the material mire, be he a stated idealist, a pragmatist or a mercenary materialist. Spiritually inclined or materially disposed, man seeks beauty, goodness, truth and power in his aspirations and endeavours, deeds and desires. And through it all, gregarious that he is, he must communicate, failing which his relations with others falter and fail, and his life is rendered infertile.

Written by Sugata Bose