It was a summer nobody expected and least of all the young sun for whom this was supposed to be the first summer. He took over as “the sun” last monsoon from his father after bad health prevented him to keep up with the demanding daily routine from dawn to dusk. It was a low-key bginning for the young sun, monsoons proved to be a playground for the clouds overflowing with rain and he knew that he was easily overshadowed. Then came the winter, for days snow, fog & mist reigned and sun was forced to take an involuntary Christmas break. But all along he remained patient and kept waiting for the summer that held great promise to him.
He had grown up listening to umpteen stories of summer splendor and summer-time heroics of his forefathers. His grandpa used to tell him all these stories. They called his grand pa ‘white dwarf’, a name probably derived from his long white beard that complemented his perfectly white hair and his dimunitive build. People say his dad will become a white dwarf too – that’s the natural course of aging for every sun. But for now only 'white dwarf' for him was his grandpa, who used to tell him those great tales every night. A few of those tales used to be about the bravery in face of cruel winters or ingenuity when challenged by crazy storms but mostly those tales told a story about the splendid summers when sun held reign. So he grew up to believe that summer is that time of the year when no one can challenge the absolute authority of the sun, a time when sun is at his glorious best. His grandpa also told him a few tales of those tyrant suns who misused the authority and scorched the earth and mistreated her during their summer rules but all those stories always ended with a good sun displacing the bad sun and deep in his hearts he knew that when he gets his chance he will be the good sun. And it was these tales and promise of proving his worth that made young sun keep his calm and patience all through the deafening monsoon and harsh winters while waiting for the summer.
And then one fine morning when he got up and looked at the calendar the page was turned and it was summer time. And so he dumped his suit, took out his bright T-shirt and went out expecting appreciative glances. But realty was far different, that morning was slightly different from winter mornings as there was no fog or mist and snow was long gone but he could still feel the chill and when he looked down it was still dark and it was still dark because of a bunch dark clouds that were blocking out all the sun and warmth. And this was the beginning of a summer which had surprised everyone with lack of sun & warmth.
On the first morning itself he recognized one of the dark clouds who were part of that bunch; he was not a new arrival rather he has been around since last monsoon. He had first noticed that dark and handsome cloud on one of those cloudy afternoons during the monsoon. As rains took a breather, the newly crowned sun tried to announce his accession by shining through and that is when that cloud first came in his way. It was as if he was marking his territory by refusing to let the sun shine – rain or no rain – and that was the beginning of a duel between them for the attention of earth that lasted rest of the rainy season. Sun remembered clearly that during those cloudy-rainy days that piece of cloud was always his marked foe and how he had wished that he could make him disappear and shine through but then it was not to be and the sun forgot all about it as monsoon gave way to winters.
Winters brought its own challenges; none of his grandpa’s tales had prepared him for hours of grind to break free from the morning fog that used to gobble up all his time till mid-day and the frustration of yielding to evening mist as early as late afternoon. But even during those times that dark cloud, overstaying his welcome after the departure of monsoon, did manage to cast his shadow a few times on those rare sunny mornings when sun succeeded in making an early imprint. But the fatigue of continuous duel with elements of winters made sun ignore those transgressions. After all, summers were just round the corner and the sun was thoroughly convinced that the summer will set everything right or at least so he wished.
And so when he first spotted that dark cloud ruining what was to be his summer, all these memories came back to him together with lot of bitterness. He did give a few days to those clouds to clear out, hoping they have just strayed on to his way but they refused to budge. It was as if they were the crusaders who were out to convert this season into a disciple of Rain Gods or a group of bullies who have been instigated against him by that dark cloud or may be just a group of guys who held personal grudge against him. As the days passed, the young sun saw his patience wear and frustration grow and finally unable to deal with the problem himself he decided to seek counsel from his grandpa and so he wrote a long letter to him telling him all about his struggle and frustration and a summer that was seemingly spoiled and requested him for an immediate reply. And next evening as he returned home, he did get his reply that read as follows:
Dear son,
I think there is one thing that I forgot to tell you and that is – “It’s not the advent of summer that signal sun’s reign rather it is sun’s reign that signals advent of summer”. Summer is not a panacea to all your problems rather it’s a celebration of all your efforts to solve all your problems. A turn of page in the calendar doesn’t signal arrival of summer, nor does the arrival of summer means that all your problems will just disappear rather it’s up to you to ensure that by the time that page is to be turned you have vanquished all your foes and doubts and you are shining bright.
Dates or events by themselves can achieve nothing; they are just a reminder for you to make efforts so as to achieve what a particular day may mean to you. If summer meant so much to you, then those dark clouds were needed to be dealt with and done away by the time summer heralded. says .Look at the earth, people celebrate Harvest Day but that doesn’t mean that they just hope that their harvest would be ready on that day ,instead they plan and prepare for to make sure they can celebrate that day.
Nothing in this universe is yours until you have made efforts to claim it. There would always be old & new clouds that will try & cast a shadow on your joy and clouds are not to be blamed for that – that is there karma – your karma is to fight with them, make them disappear and claim your share of the earth that needs to be lit bright. And until you have done that it’s not summer no matter what the calendar says.
Hope that helps
Love
Grandpa
When he finished reading the letter, he changed back to his night suit and then took out all T-shirts from his cupboard, the ones he was wearing since the day he saw that calendar show summer, and replaced them with his winter suits. As he went to bed he knew that his summer is not spoiled but only delayed and it’s up to him to shorten the delay.
He had grown up listening to umpteen stories of summer splendor and summer-time heroics of his forefathers. His grandpa used to tell him all these stories. They called his grand pa ‘white dwarf’, a name probably derived from his long white beard that complemented his perfectly white hair and his dimunitive build. People say his dad will become a white dwarf too – that’s the natural course of aging for every sun. But for now only 'white dwarf' for him was his grandpa, who used to tell him those great tales every night. A few of those tales used to be about the bravery in face of cruel winters or ingenuity when challenged by crazy storms but mostly those tales told a story about the splendid summers when sun held reign. So he grew up to believe that summer is that time of the year when no one can challenge the absolute authority of the sun, a time when sun is at his glorious best. His grandpa also told him a few tales of those tyrant suns who misused the authority and scorched the earth and mistreated her during their summer rules but all those stories always ended with a good sun displacing the bad sun and deep in his hearts he knew that when he gets his chance he will be the good sun. And it was these tales and promise of proving his worth that made young sun keep his calm and patience all through the deafening monsoon and harsh winters while waiting for the summer.
And then one fine morning when he got up and looked at the calendar the page was turned and it was summer time. And so he dumped his suit, took out his bright T-shirt and went out expecting appreciative glances. But realty was far different, that morning was slightly different from winter mornings as there was no fog or mist and snow was long gone but he could still feel the chill and when he looked down it was still dark and it was still dark because of a bunch dark clouds that were blocking out all the sun and warmth. And this was the beginning of a summer which had surprised everyone with lack of sun & warmth.
On the first morning itself he recognized one of the dark clouds who were part of that bunch; he was not a new arrival rather he has been around since last monsoon. He had first noticed that dark and handsome cloud on one of those cloudy afternoons during the monsoon. As rains took a breather, the newly crowned sun tried to announce his accession by shining through and that is when that cloud first came in his way. It was as if he was marking his territory by refusing to let the sun shine – rain or no rain – and that was the beginning of a duel between them for the attention of earth that lasted rest of the rainy season. Sun remembered clearly that during those cloudy-rainy days that piece of cloud was always his marked foe and how he had wished that he could make him disappear and shine through but then it was not to be and the sun forgot all about it as monsoon gave way to winters.
Winters brought its own challenges; none of his grandpa’s tales had prepared him for hours of grind to break free from the morning fog that used to gobble up all his time till mid-day and the frustration of yielding to evening mist as early as late afternoon. But even during those times that dark cloud, overstaying his welcome after the departure of monsoon, did manage to cast his shadow a few times on those rare sunny mornings when sun succeeded in making an early imprint. But the fatigue of continuous duel with elements of winters made sun ignore those transgressions. After all, summers were just round the corner and the sun was thoroughly convinced that the summer will set everything right or at least so he wished.
And so when he first spotted that dark cloud ruining what was to be his summer, all these memories came back to him together with lot of bitterness. He did give a few days to those clouds to clear out, hoping they have just strayed on to his way but they refused to budge. It was as if they were the crusaders who were out to convert this season into a disciple of Rain Gods or a group of bullies who have been instigated against him by that dark cloud or may be just a group of guys who held personal grudge against him. As the days passed, the young sun saw his patience wear and frustration grow and finally unable to deal with the problem himself he decided to seek counsel from his grandpa and so he wrote a long letter to him telling him all about his struggle and frustration and a summer that was seemingly spoiled and requested him for an immediate reply. And next evening as he returned home, he did get his reply that read as follows:
Dear son,
I think there is one thing that I forgot to tell you and that is – “It’s not the advent of summer that signal sun’s reign rather it is sun’s reign that signals advent of summer”. Summer is not a panacea to all your problems rather it’s a celebration of all your efforts to solve all your problems. A turn of page in the calendar doesn’t signal arrival of summer, nor does the arrival of summer means that all your problems will just disappear rather it’s up to you to ensure that by the time that page is to be turned you have vanquished all your foes and doubts and you are shining bright.
Dates or events by themselves can achieve nothing; they are just a reminder for you to make efforts so as to achieve what a particular day may mean to you. If summer meant so much to you, then those dark clouds were needed to be dealt with and done away by the time summer heralded. says .Look at the earth, people celebrate Harvest Day but that doesn’t mean that they just hope that their harvest would be ready on that day ,instead they plan and prepare for to make sure they can celebrate that day.
Nothing in this universe is yours until you have made efforts to claim it. There would always be old & new clouds that will try & cast a shadow on your joy and clouds are not to be blamed for that – that is there karma – your karma is to fight with them, make them disappear and claim your share of the earth that needs to be lit bright. And until you have done that it’s not summer no matter what the calendar says.
Hope that helps
Love
Grandpa
When he finished reading the letter, he changed back to his night suit and then took out all T-shirts from his cupboard, the ones he was wearing since the day he saw that calendar show summer, and replaced them with his winter suits. As he went to bed he knew that his summer is not spoiled but only delayed and it’s up to him to shorten the delay.
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