In response to Sadje’s Weekly Photo Prompts on #Whatdoyousee.
Early in the morning opening the Newspaper I was greeted with an unusual advertisement.
It said :
On Sale
Love
Hope
Passion
Courage
Happiness
Luck
Money
Take What You Need
I dialled the number given at the bottom in a hurry. On the third ring a voice replied suspiciously groggy…perhaps a bit tired too. I asked how to go about the transaction. His terse reply: “Sold out,” took me by surprise. I exclaimed in a huff ,” It’s not even minutes, Sir…!!!”
He said ,”So what ? You are mistaken…What you get is only a bouquet of illusions like mirage in a desert; reflection on water; rainbow on the horizon. Just admire from afar but don’t even dream to acquire”
“Then why?” I cried, disillusion setting in.
“Oh that!” His nonchalant reply, “It’s just to make you realise you’ve got to live hoping for them – a secret mantra merely to survive!!”
GC, enjoyed reading.
Some things are never for sale, only for living with.
Hope is the thing with feathers — Emily Dickinson
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Thank you Mr. P. Yes, true. They are not for sale.
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Welcome, GC.
Wishing you an improved AQI.
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Yes, by God’s grace AQI has improved because of intermittent rains. Thank you
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👍👍👍
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GeetaJi,
The scale itself is wrong when you saw
Gruff voice when confirmed, you in awe
Illusion you rightly pointed is what’s sold
In name of progress or pleasure new old
It’s old they put in new and label we know
Poets are their enemies, they beat brow
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Rajendraji,
This is an awesome response to the post.
Illusions befuddle by their embellishments and of course poets are our biggest enemy who glorify these blind ornamentations.
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True
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Geeta Di… well said..
It’s not the possession but the pursuit itself 🌷
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Thank you dear girl. I am elated to note the various interpretations of the post. Its heartening.
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a fantastic take Geeta. I love the philosophical answer in the end. Thank you so much for joining in.
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Thank you Sadje. I am very happy that the post resonates
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You’re very welcome ☺️
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Interesting
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Thank you so much Derrrick 🙏
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This is brilliant- ‘sold out’ – that got me and we are just left with a ‘bouquet of illusions’ great write Geeta🙌
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Thank you very much Ange. So glad you liked it
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शिकवा करें तो किस से
शिकायत करे तो क्या
इक राइगान अमल की
रियाजत करे, तो क्या
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What a whimsical yet thought-provoking read! 🌅
“Love, Hope, Happiness…Sold Out”—so cleverly done!
It reminds us these cannot be bought, only lived.
The groggy voice delivering wisdom made me smile.
A bouquet of illusions, yet full of life’s truths.
A gentle nudge to keep dreaming, hoping, and seeking.
Truly a beautiful reflection on the journey of living. 🌈
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Thank you so much Mahananda.
The groggy voice knows he cannot sell what he has advertised.
One has to get those through continuous pursuit and patience 🙏
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Such a brilliant take, Geetaji.
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Thank you so much Rupali. Humbled.
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🙏
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I found this story really meaningful!
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Thank you so much Luisa.
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🙏💐🙏💐🙏
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A great take, Geeta, I like where that intriguing picture took you!
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Thank you so much Keith
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This reads like a gentle parable wrapped in modern irony. The “sold out” reply cleverly exposes how we chase abstract promises as if they were commodities, only to realise they can’t be owned—only lived and hoped for. A poignant reminder that meaning lies not in possession, but in the act of believing and continuing.
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Thank you so much 🙏🙏
Your appreciation means a lot to me.
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