Ember

“Hey, that is beautiful.”
“Yes. It’s gleaming in the darkness, bewitching, seems magical and beautiful and gentle.”

“It’s the light of fire, the light that guides, warns, protects and allows life to come alive.
“It keeps you warm and is essential for survival. I love it. ”

“What do we do with it Eve?”
“Let’s hold it in our hands and bring it close to our heart.”

“Ouch.”
“ What happened?”

“I just burnt my hand.”
“ What about your heart?”

“My heart is glowing warmly, still basking in the light of the ember”
“What will you do now? You can’t hold it in your hand for sure.”

“ Sigh. I agree. The hand is burnt but the heart is not. ”
“I know. But the ember doesn’t belong with you. It has it’s defined place. It is supposed to light up many lives, guide many hearts, and bring warmth to many cold spirits. God created it to burn endlessly, with love and passion. It has a purpose that you don’t understand but you have to trust the Lord. It was not created for you. ”

"I understand that. But, I am afraid of the dark. It was my only light.”
“Don’t worry. It’s God’s ember. It can spread light from a distance also.”

A Love Story

A baby turtle found itself caught in a net.
Scared and frightened, she didn’t know what her fate was. But, when the benevolent fisherman held her in his hand, looked at her with his soft eyes, the baby felt she was safe. As he opened his net, and dragged the whimpering, screaming shark out, towards the bubbling hot cauldron of water, the baby turtle watched. She knew that the man liked shark fin soup and had a ravishing appetite for sea creatures. The baby turtle thought about her impending doom.
But the fisherman just smiled at her and gently cradled her. She fell asleep finally with so much tenderness, believing that she was home. When the fisherman’s family saw the turtle, they were overjoyed with the catch. The fisherman tried to hide the turtle, but it was too late.
He had unwittingly fallen in love with the small baby turtle. The baby turtle had not known any other home and believed that the fisherman and his family was her family too. She loved him with all her tiny being.
Now, this was heartbreaking for both of them. If the fisherman lets her go and releases her back into the sea, the baby turtle would surely get eaten by the sharks. If he keeps her at home, she would be eaten by his family….


“What kind of a story is this? It’s too impossible a situation?
“It’s a love story.”

“How can a man fall in love with his food?”
“Why not?”

“So how does it end?”
“I don’t know. How do you think it should end?”