I once had sand in my hand. I was so nervous that it would fall off. So I started tightening my grip, spent all my time fretting about losing the sand through the gap in my clenched fist. I barely had time to play with it in my palm. I wanted it all for myself. I lost track of everything in my life. I became obsessed with 'not losing' the sand. I didn't realize that I was suffocating it. Slowly and surely, it slipped out of my hand. There are just a few grains left. Now that the sand is gone, I'm frantically searching for memories of me gleefully playing with it. I wish I had more memories to cherish than I do.
~Kashyap
~Kashyap
