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Waterless Waterfalls

Our brains want certain things and without them, we will never be satisfied.
We assure everything by doing them a couple of times.
For example, knocking on the door twice, or even thrice.
Clicking the volume button a thousand times even if the device is at its maximum potential!

Funny how such things prevail, and yet go unnoticed.
I've said this twice that unless someone mentions all these whoops of joys, you will never pay heed to it.

One such example :
Waterfalls.

I have known mankind to cherish happiness.
I have come to know that happiness comes to these creatures only when they move forwards or upwards.
I also learned that victory is achieved when the counterparty surrenders, and not when there exists a peace between the different groups.
Mankind is strange indeed.
If they cherish felicity, why do they come to watch me?
I neither move upwards nor do I provide any speck of hope.
I fall. Throughout.
The cliffs push me about like the pirates terrorize the laymen and make them jump off.
By my knowledge of human philosophy, I want to make them happy because I don't think I help them.
I try not to fall. I wish I could not fall.


But somehow these falls make me realize that only when you reach the bottom, you realize how far you've been that you had to fall ~ ⚡️
This was (of course) a letter from the waterfalls to mankind.
This is obviously all hypothetical, therefore let's just assume that a boy found this letter and wrote a reply :

O dear 'falls,
You think so little of yourself.
Haven't you noticed that people from all over the world come to see you?
Since you wrote that you only fall, I, being a human realized that this is your specialty.
I saw that you wrote that people come only to see you fall.
You are highly mistaken my friend.
In the winters when you aren't there at the cliffs and below in the waters, people still visit you.
In other words, when you are waterless, we still love you.
We still want to visit you.
I entirely agree with you in your last line. We indeed feel how far we'd been once we fall.

So, it is a simple conversation stuck with genuine meaning to those who understood it.
No one notices such petty circumstances.

The river and the boy both agree on one specific line.
They both believe that it is a mandate to fall when you've been rising for too long. Simplifying the equation further brings us to the statement that we rise only to fall. People hate this line. People think that somehow by reading this they might've jinxed their course of life for a couple of days. (some reading right now might too)

Due to all of this, all of this overthinking, we end up being afraid of the 'what ifs' of life.
If you think about it, overnight sensations, even the stocks in the stock exchange, fall after attaining a respectable position or a place.

If you thought of this blog to sugarcoat all the grim realities and serve them to your plate as a dessert, I would be alarmed by this fact. I don't just make up stories with good sides. The negatives are always included and are important too.

Most of my blog audience would still be preparing to rise in their lives. Therefore it is important to make you all cautious of the fact that your life may work according to your standards and expectations only for some time. But if you're rounding up near a cliff, (or being terrorized by the pirates), you can't last.

You'll have to fall. But what you can do at that moment is to submit to the flow of the fall to make your fall worthwhile, i.e., worth watching.

Hard to accept?

I will say one thing.

If your fall is worth watching, that'd mean that your rise was incredibly high. Either of the two would describe you as a person. 

Even if the waterfall doesn't have water in it, it would still be a sight! Meaning your true identity will always be recognized no matter what.


After all, people from miles away do come to watch waterless waterfalls.


By : Shaon Bandopadhyay
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