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Specialty Floating

Gravity is experienced horizontally too.

Some might say its attraction. But I believe there is something other than attraction that brings us together. No, not even love.

I want to give an abstract illustration today.

"Let us suppose there is a leaf. A pink leaf. A leaf, obviously falls from a tree, right?
So, a pink leaf is rare, but apparently is surrounded by ordinary trees (with green leaves). So this tree only has one pink leaf which has never withered away. Whereas many leaves have fallen down from the same tree, even from the same branch! But not that leaf.
As it is abstract, the other leaves were jealous of this pink leaf. You know which leaves were jealous? The leaves which had withered away, all the leaves which had fallen down and had formed a big heap of leaves.
They had thought that they were floating whereas they were just falling towards the ground. And do notice I say "towards" and not "on". I say "towards" because even falling down sometimes is the best journey you can experience. "On" is like summing up life by just saying, "I lived a happy life". ~⚡️



 A worker used to come and rake all the fallen leaves. The green leaves which were yet to float and fall, really hated this worker. Finally one day, a wind blew so strong, that it knocked off the pink leaf. Beside feeling extremely happy, the other leaves were quite astonished at the fact that that leaf had finally fallen down. There were two premises that led to their astonishment:

1) The fact that the wind only knocked off the pink leaf and all the others were perfectly stable and didn't move.
2)The pink leaf had finally fallen. 

The pink leaf on the other hand(or branch), knew it was time to move on and float.
While moving downwards, he noticed that the trunk of the tree was crying. The pink leaf was the only companion that had witnessed its evolution. The tree was very proud of it as the leaf was a priceless possession. All the other leaves hadn't mattered. But now, the tree couldn't do anything, but just watch it fall.

The pink leaf fell on top of the heap of leaves. The next day, the worker came back. While raking, he picked up this pink leaf and raked all the other leaves. He took it home.
That night, the worker got a divorce for some reason. He was so depressed that he ended his life. But before dying he had parcelled that leaf to his son, who lived far away from his parents.

When the son got the parcel, he saw the pink leaf, and simultaneously his wife got a call about her father-in-law's death.
Amazing how life just enlightens it up all at once ~ ⚡️
There was a short letter, "See your own colours in your life!"
The grave irony was that the worker/father had been color-blind since the age of 5.

The letter was very moving due to the father's circumstances.
Two days later, the leaf was placed on the tombstone.

What is special, will always be special, regardless of its situation. And don't worry if you're not recognised for your specialty, there will come a time when people wouldn't be able to avoid your specialty! ~⚡️ 

This case portrayed gravity. First, vertically and then, horizontally. It wasn't love and it sure wasn't attraction.
It was driven only through inevitability.

By : Shaon Bandopadhyay
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