“The best way to keep one’s word is not to give it” - Napoléon Bonaparte
If only the Prophet had heeded the Emperor’s words, this post would probably not be written today. But then, it was a persistent wish – from a mother, how could that be turned down on Mother’s Day ?
All is quite difficult these days, save for promises. Promises, promises everywhere. Promises to the leader to keep the team flag flying high. Promises to kith and kin to stay in touch. Promises to the almighty to do everything right. A daily promise to the inner self to seek a life. And a silent promise to the motherland to return .. someday …. And of course, a promise to keep posting !
Now that all these have been promised, now its time to deliver. Where is one supposed to make a beginning ? Everywhere … Lest the words of the great playwright from Stratford-upon-Avon should come true …
” Being of no power to make his wishes good:
His promises fly so beyond his state
That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes
For every word.”
