Wood

Its amazing how much I love this living breathing material. Today, on the way back home, saw these unbelievably lovely pieces of chopped wood on the road, made the car turn around and just felt them, picked up a few and brought them home for some Rs. The rings, the brown core, no clue what am going to do with these, just delighted to possess them for the moment!

The Bird with a Missing Feather

This evening, took a rare five minutes off to just sit and gaze outside. From the huge window, its a vista of green forest.. a cloud of white birds flew up, up and beyond my window on the thirteenth floor.

There was one with a feather missing from its left wing, it's silhouette clearly visible in the evening sky. It flew well.
I thought to myself, 'as well as the others'.

And then a thought popped up - Why 'as well as the others'?
It flew the very best it could and that’s what it is - full stop. Who am I to judge? How many other birds flew with something missing which I couldn't see.

To strive for doing one's best, isn't that then an ideal of sorts, does it really matter better than who, as long as its quality in what you do..
While I may have been living it myself, I may still have been judging others - no more.
Will alteast make an effort not to.