Life is a paradox, a delicate balance between creation and destruction, between joy and sorrow. Nature, in its wisdom, mirrors this eternal dance through the simplest of moments—a bird soaring high, a candle burning bright, a river flowing with purpose. Each carries within it a quiet truth: nothing exists without its counterpart.
The marvelous bird, gliding effortlessly with the wind, seems to embody freedom itself. Yet, hidden from sight is its loss—its nest, once a place of comfort, torn apart by an unforgiving tempest. The same wind that lifts it high also brings its destruction.
The candle that conquers darkness does so at a cost. Every flicker of its flame pushes away the shadows, but with every moment, it surrenders to the inevitable, burning away its very essence to bring light to others.
The desert, dry and longing, waits endlessly for rain, yearning for relief. But when the heavens finally open, the rain that quenches its thirst may also wash away the ancient sands, reshaping the land that has stood timeless and unyielding.
The river, a giver of life, nourishes civilizations, allowing them to flourish by its banks. Yet, in its youthful rage, the same river destroys, sweeping away what it once sustained, reminding us of the impermanence of all things.
Love is no different—it carries both joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain, forever entwined. One cannot exist without the other, just as day cannot exist without night.
Sometimes, love is like a lost song, a melody that lingers in memory, sweet yet sorrowful. The echoes of its tune bring warmth and happiness, but the silence left behind carries the ache of absence.
Perhaps, that is the essence of love—it is the song and the silence, the pleasure and the pain. And in embracing both, we find the truest meaning of life.
bhaskar saikia 
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