... real beauty... beautiful reality

I always ask my heart to give some blindness to my looking so that I can see the unseen beauty of the world.

Real beauty of a garden: Once a gardener planted a seed that spurted into a sapling. Seasons after, when he saw the coming of a bud, he just predicted its beauty to spread. One fine morning, expectations took grounds. He went to the garden to touch the skin of the flower, but to his utter bewilderment, he couldn't see the flower at all. The flower was so beautiful that it blinded the gardener completely. He cried his heart out. The flower said, “You have taken more care of me than others. Now you have been given the most precious look called blindness. Now you can see that true beauty is wild; no trimming of grass; no rolling of lawn; just springing up untouched.”

Real beauty in a woman's face: Every woman's face is built on a nose, a pair of eyes, a pair of eyebrows, cheek and chin. Soundz ridiculous?? No, actually I am going to tell something else. Have you ever got stuck to the philtrum? The philtrum bears true beauty. Some women use mascara, rouge and a number of things to prettify her face – what use of those trashes when others know her joy to be her best makeup? An unforgettable snap of those cute teeth, the unpractised twist and turn round her waist, the ooo and aah, the silent nodding and the stormy laughter – everything, with its varied significance for others, claims its place of being most beautiful. The paints and tattoos tell us, “Think how beautiful is she when without us”.

Real beauty of husband-wife relationship: Yesterday I went to Apollo Gleneagles. My aunt was admitted there the day before with severe pain in her right breast. There was a localized enlargement, which was operated on successfully. The axis of suffering became the beauty of living when I saw outside a life-inspiring caption, “Apollo Gleneagles Hospitals – Touching Lives”. Would she be given a touch of life? The million-dollar question was drawing tears in the rock-dry eyes of my uncle. She was sealed in the spell of anasthesia. I discovered true beauty in his momentary defeat to life. He placed his hand on hers and got busy wiping the beads of silent tears off it.

Real beauty of two friends: You may talk heartily to a friend; words will either flow or bounce or clutter. There is no fixed subject of talking your heads off. Nothing is more precious than yacking that reduces the distance between sunrise and sunset and writes an epitaph of two beautiful minds.

Real beauty of an artist: Why does an artist take such a long time to make portrait of an object? The shrewd judge takes time to count the maximum number of brushstrokes that he would use to betray the world by portraying little of what he enjoys.

Real beauty of a teacher: To a teacher, real beauty lies in forgiveness. Real beauty emerges when wisdom accepts the innocence of folly. The equation is: Real beauty = Affection + Forgiveness. The student, like the teacher, will realize one day that without mistakes there is no life.

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To this far, I must say, all of us always carry true beauty with us; the moment our occasional foibles irritate us, we realize we have carried this so far...