The River!
The mountain
holds
a tiny raindrop
close to its heart.
Silently,
that very drop
sets out
as a river.
It never turns back
to look at
its birthplace.
It only looks ahead.
On its way,
there are countless rocks,
countless bends,
countless valleys.
Yet,
it never postpones
its journey.
It is we
who stand upon the bank
and imagine
it to be the same water.
Every moment,
the water
keeps changing.
Yet the river
continues to flow
by the same name.
So many
quench their thirst.
So many
search for
their reflections
within it.
The river
remembers
no one's face.
Its only memory
is to keep flowing.
The sea
knows this secret.
That is why
it welcomes
every river
into itself.
In the end...
The river
merges into the sea,
leaving behind
its name,
and embracing
a greater vastness.
Perhaps...
Human life, too,
is like a river.
Its meaning
does not lie in
how far we have flowed,
but in
how many hearts
have found life through us.
That alone
is the true meaning
of our journey.
— Darla Venkateswara Rao
25.7.2026
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