A singer driven by love and passion. A bhakt. A being who could give back to the world only what the creator had given her: a voice. She once lost that voice. She went to a healer in a mystic land and sought his help. He told her to sit in a hut by the sea on a mat and let the water wash her and allow her to be cured. She did so for 15 days. The sand latched itself onto her dreadlocks, the water drenched her robe, the salt scraped her skin.
But she stayed put. She stayed put in the hut and allowed nature to take its course. Someone was appointed to make sure the sea did not wash her away along with it. He gave her food and ironically, more water.
In 15 days, her voice was back and she never had to go looking for it again.
But she stayed put. She stayed put in the hut and allowed nature to take its course. Someone was appointed to make sure the sea did not wash her away along with it. He gave her food and ironically, more water.
In 15 days, her voice was back and she never had to go looking for it again.
2 comments:
I got doubts about this post. What does it signify? I mean, there's something I understood from it, but, is that it?
What a nice story, an interesting tale.
I really enjoyed.
Congratulations
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