[Prologue: In my school days, while exploring the intersection of spirituality and science, I scribbled down thoughts about the carbon life-cycle. I attempted to draw a poetic parallel between a river’s journey and a woman’s life. What follows is the evolved version of those early musings..]
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The raindrop is as free as a liberal spirit, untethered from the constraints that bind the shore. It begins as a playful infant, breaking away from its cloud home, transforming into a vibrant, youthful girl of a current. It sprinkles pure enthusiasm and zeal, touching all in its path with gentle drizzles. Even when it encounters inert, unfeeling rocks, it graces them with its purity and cool touch..
In its rapid flow, loud yet not harsh, the raindrop brings a sense of tranquility. As it continues, it matures into a river – a composed, calm woman, blessing all with life. Yet, this is not its final destination. It dreams of union with the supreme, to achieve nirvana, to dissolve into the oceanic oneness..
The journey is unending. The raindrop reaches emancipation in the ocean. In a cycle as old as time, through the divine union of cloud and water, blessed by the sun, it transforms into steam. It ascends, gathering in the womb of the clouds, only to descend once more as a raindrop, continuing its eternal cycle…
