Note: These topics are the drafts I created from time to time on random topics. I am posting them on internet to get your comments and criticism so I can improve them, if possible.
Heart is a fragile part like a fragile glass. The fragile things give a support to heavy weight[1], only if they are smooth and they learn how to bend. When something is fragile, and proud on it, it is destroyed like unbent trees in heavy wind. The second case; when someone combats with other of same power, both of them gets destroyed. If any of them is greater in power, it will survive. The third case; the more the sensitive an object is, the more easily it can be destroyed.
The glass is as hard as to bear the grip of a hand and as fragile as to crash on land. Sometimes, two glasses hit each other, resulting in the survival of a single one. Sometimes, the glass and the hand cannot make up a strong relation just because of one lubrication layer of oil. You are just going to place down a glass to use it later but it slips and breaks down in pieces. If you try to recollect those pieces, they will hurt you[2]. You are left with nothing but to think that if you would have taken some precautions, you would have not broken the glass.
The worst experience is when your glass fell in a hollow, deep, dark well. You don’t know whether the glass has broken or not.
There might be four chambers in a human heart, but there is only one heart in a human body. Have you ever thought WHY 12 pairs of ribs are there with sternum to protect the human heart? WHO is there that needs such an intense protection?
[1] I wrote in Different World:
I do not find anyone to share my burden, so, I am putting my burden on this fragile girl called “My Diary”. It has the delicate body of light papers. I noticed that light things pick more weight, although we call them fragile.
[2] یہ ساغر شیشے، لعل و گہر
سالم ہوں تو قیمت پاتے ہیں
یوں ٹکڑے ٹکڑے ہوں تو فقط
چبھتے ہیں لہو رلواتے ہیں
