All the hard work and labour lessons aside, that picture struck a chord in me. My Uncle had taught us something valuable with his creation. And that was the lesson that bloomed in my heart.
The lotus like we all know grows in a muck filled pond. That pond is its world. But in spite of growing in such place, like a diamond in a coal field, it grows into a beautiful flower that is a thing of joy forever. How can something so beautiful, something so colourful and hope-filled come out of something so dirty and yet stand tall, claiming its rightful place in this world? And can we deny it its existence or its rightful place in this world? The lotus may not live long, as it has to make place for others like it, but its short time here is filled with fulfilling its destiny and purpose; that of being a source of complete delight and beauty continuing to live in the murky waters. It retains its exquisiteness and remains unaffected by its surroundings. The leaves of the lotus are magnanimous enough to let droplets of water take refuge in it, but it continues to remain unchanged. It can just shrug it off if it finds it a tad heavy. The lotus does not complain that it has to live in muck, but continues to flourish. It stands proudly in there challenging us, when I can, why cant you? Can we really? Can we humans take valuable lesson or two from the lotus?