It was made of wood and clamped at ends and joints with bolts and nuts. The old boat was well known on the banks of the overflowing river that which ran on the outskirts of the village..The boat which carried people to their destination across thundering waves and safely transporting them to different shores stood rudderless today and gulped for air , sinking in oblivion.
Passengers still crossed the gigantic river in storms and dark nights, the old boat is now replaced by other sailing vessels.
Nothing stops in this world after one’s departure. Time still moves on and life continues .
Own the moment and live it.
The moment that we are living in now,will be lost forever in the sands of time . And the lost moment can never be revived nor reinstated .
It is in this moment that we have to breath,live and smile. For the instant that vanishes ,evaporates in the atmosphere and cannot be brought back.Whether it is the part of work,or the expression of love,whether it is the smile that we forgot or the care that we should have showered ,it’s all in this moment that shall slip within no time .
Once slipped like the flowing tears of an eye,like the slippery sand ,it is lost .
Value the treasure of the pearl when it is in your hand and of this moment when you have it …for once you lose it ,you have lost one precious pearl from the casket of your life.