Unruffled and unperturbed by the fierce lashing of the waves on the shores

Quiet and collected in the dusk sits a woman selling her trinkets

She has the comfort to know that just as every wave rises and meets its end in the larger sea

her identity too is nothing but a part of this larger whole which this web of life has drawn her into

As the day draws to a close she lays aside her earnings

contented that her collections suffice but she isnt a participant in that mindless calculation or speculation about profit and gains

For her the medley is remote and distanced and though she is one of it she still is cognizant that she is not one of it

And that brings an unexpected satisfaction for her.

This race for acquiring more does not fascinate her for she is merely an observer not a participant in this daily ritual which is transient and dies as quickly as the waters that recede into the larger, deeper seas.

Unwilling to immerse herself in this din where the loud cacophony drowns everything in it

She is contented living on the fringes rather than being in the centre

where the force and vigour of events is less intense

Than the unnerving and unsettling desire to assess and calculate about how gainful or not a venture was

As she sits huddled, calm and collected even her reticence speaks of countless moments

where her earnings have been insubstantial

Yet the moment's transience brings with it the consolation of having spent her life

with patience, hope and anticipation of life unfolding with it the wisdom to live in the moment than the one that is to be.

Even while not relenting to this clamour and sometimes failed enterprises the manifold dreams that she envisions bring forth not whimsical ideas or even planned strategies

but rather faith in acknowledging the gift of giving than expecting.

Those ebbing of the tides convince her more that the essence of matter lies in its ultimate assimilation in a larger whole

and that peak moments may be followed by unexpected ones of despair or disillusionment

The choice of living and sustaining lies in immersing oneself in this very moment yet not so completely as to forget its very transience.

Or to be so firmly rooted in the here and now that one feels intensely the pains and trifles that life makes one endure.

For isnt it but a moment recollected thereafter in hindsight as something that ends

Just as the wave that lashes forth, surges forcefully and then merges itself in those deeper seas.

As every day unfolds it gives her a sense of mystery about those unfathomed, unrevealed, unperceived moments and the courage to sustain herself daringly even with the little that she collects.

In those deeper recesses of her mind she conceives and imagines other worlds

Those that lie beyond the vast seas and bring with them countless dreams and a sense of bewilderment for what lies yonder

And yet she convinces herself while contemplating on what lies beyond that there is more is this gift of living and giving.

There is still the contentment that her life has sustained her through the odds of life with patience and faith

That unwearying spirit has taught her to trudge on relentlessly with belief in living in the moment,

In jostling through those crowds with the sense that she is but a part of this larger whole where faces rise and disappear in those multitudes and every day uncovers with it unimagined situations and yet the faith to move on effortlessly amidst them.

Most essentially believing in living those moments not with trepidation but with that dauntless faith in oneself and the unbridled satisfaction of having lived through the highs and lows of life with the unrestrained desire of sipping every drop of it to the fullest.