Lying dormant under the depth of earth was a tiny seed. Unaware of who it was? What was the purpose of its life? Sleeping under the covers of earth was all that life mean to it. In that chilly weather, the cosy cover of earth was all that one would need, thought the seed, and continued to live joyously. Then the winter passed by and the summer came. The sun rose up in the horizon. Slowly, the heat of the sun melted the eyes....
The seed was hurt and felt highly irritated; it seemed as if someone had come to destroy its peace. It felt as if its world was lost....
The rising sun stood there smiling and the seed was full of rage and despair. The seed stood staring in anger. Then came the evening, the sun dipped down the horizon and seed thought, the sun got scared of its anger... Hours passed and the sun rose again, high in the sky....
The dawn come again but with a strange change. The sun was not seen. Dark, thundery and rainy was scene... And then, with a thunder, the clouds burst out buckets of water all over the earth...
Alas, what was that? The seed was shocked to see water all around. Fearing to drown, it rose in a sudden frown to its left and to its right. But all was water, all around, rising sharply to make it drown. Who came to rescue the seed and what did the story of seed represent?
To know this and further more, read the complete article of April month, English Akhand Gyan magazine.
