Early morning, in the gym, around a lush green park, at some quiet breakfast lounge I hear men discussing 'Market Scenario', 'Economy' and 'Assets', and I feel sad. I feel sad for them.
Can they see the morning blush in the sky anymore? Can they hear the soft chirping of birds or the clinking of crockery as they wait for their coffee to be served? Listen to the sound of a steaming hot tea being poured in a cup or smell the refreshing aroma of the morning soil? Do they have time to stop at a blooming flower on the way to their office, observe dewdrops on a leaf newly born? Do they have time to observe life? Sadly, the honest answer could be 'No'.
Money, yes it is important for life, no doubt. But sometimes I wonder, if it has stopped men from living?
Someone had rightly said, "The amount of money that's in your bank at the time of death, is the extra work you did which wasn't necessary."
