The other day a discussion erupted at the coffee table. Something to do with the lyrics of an old song... Something to the effect of the waves kissing the rock repeatedly. Now, lyrics have an odd way of raking up a chain reaction in you.
Ever noticed how buoyant the waves are? How stoic the rocks are? What can make anyone think that the childish waves can move or change the rock? The rock doesnt seem to move, the waves seem to be self-destructing. But all that remains in the end is for all to see. The rock that did not move, could not escape the influence of the waves either. For ages now, rocks are identified is by the patterns waves etch on them - steadily, continously, without fail... The wave died years ago but it still lives on through the marks it made!
Love wins, doesnt it? :)
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"కెరటం నా ఆదర్శం. లేచిపడుతుందని కాదు...పడినా లేస్తుందని".(tell me whether you need translation or transliteration)
Love always wins but the lovers usually fail. Don't they? ;)
కెరటం నా ఆదర్శం. లేచిపడుతుందని కాదు...పడినా లేస్తుందని
keraTaM naa aadarSaM. laechipaDutuMdani kaadu...paDinaa laestuMdani
need the translation :)
The victory of love when the lover has failed is even more painful and ignominious, nah?
:D You have used nikhilE to read my comment. (Good that at least you are using nikhilE :)). keraTam = wave. "Wave is my role model. Not because it rises and falls but because it rises every time it falls".
The victory of love when the lover has failed is even more painful and ignominious, nah?
True!
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