Mar 12, 2010

Share & Heal (A story bout hearts)

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said "Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but it was full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine. Mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

"Yes," said the old man, "yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."

"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love, is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.

6 comments:

  1. .............. Lovely..................... ever heard.... ever ... read.... ever.... thought..of..it...EXTRAORDINARY.....Awesome..... Story..... why don't try for International magazine, Its really beautiful... try to write on International Magazine... I really like ur stories..

    but I am confused... are u the same gal... Smita Rai..... where u from.... ??

    My best wishes are with you

    Wang Lama
    Darjeeling

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  2. wow dats gr8, how do u get these ideas and what makes you feel like writing these type of articles can i know

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  3. @Wangchen: Now, wat wld that mean...de same gurl Smita Rai? Of course, I am Smita aka Smita Sharma/Rai...thanks for appreciating...Btw, who are u precisely? The usernames, are too misleading to relate to...Anyways, I am too looking for a platform to publish my work.. Waiting fr de ryt opportunity to knock my door :)

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  4. this piece of writing is really good, please keep writing, hope soon u get the right platform to publish your work

    cheers,
    Param

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  5. Wow that was a good read. A story which fits the love stories of many people. Well written. It was simple yet had meanings running into depths. Waiting for more of such stories. Keep writing :)

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  6. thanks everyone fr de encouraging comments nd awl de appeciation.... my writings awl start frm a conversation, an incidence i myt hv been a spectator to or sm random thots that jss creps in....it jss flows in whn i start scribbling on a whiteboard :)

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