Suddenly someone shouted in alarm. Another droplet pointed at a steep waterfall they all were heading towards. It led to a frenzy. He could see his doom, his death enticing him with its open arms and a sly smirk. Trying desperately to cling to the bank, he shouted for help, for mercy but in vain. Exhausted, he let himself fall from the precipice. For an instance he felt buoyant and the next moment he struck something solid, something impenetrable. Everything went blank.
What was it? The End of Times? Everything seemed blurred. He could hardly muster enough strength to open his eyes. He tried to move his neck and look around but instantly regretted it. An excruciating pain engulfed him. He did have a glimpse of the surroundings; the waterfall, the noise, the cool breeze and the rock he was lying on. He felt miserable and wanted to know his origin and his fate, who he was.
For the second time he let himself fall. He slipped from the rock on to a blade of grass. He elegantly dripped down on the cool, soothing earth and immediately found a solace in the depths of the earth. His journey downwards continued and he decided not to interrupt it, in search of an answer to his query of who he was.
For months, he lay there and one day his respite came to an end. Something hair-like protruding from the roots of a plant sucked him. He found himself ascending through the plant by an invisible force. He was not lonely here. Even in the noise of other water droplets he was thinking about his entity, who he was.
The chain of thoughts was disrupted as he kept entering one compartment from another. Finally he saw an opening with two green bean-shaped doors. After months of gloom and darkness, he saw the sunlight for the first time. He was flushed. Feeling the daylight rejuvenating him, he started becoming energetic and lighter. A miracle happened. His feeble body transformed into a magical mist. He felt himself flying and defying gravity. Was this his destiny? He still did not know who he was.
The ascension continued. Sunlight kept him warm and vibrant and there were times he felt indefatigable when he saw the diminishing shapes beneath him. Higher and higher he went and so did his spirits. Up there he met many old fellows of his clan. They all joined hands to form a foam, a clear white froth up above in the sky. They drifted together along gusts of wind from one place to another. There were so many of them and no one to quench his thirst about his being, who he was.
One day they hovered over a place much cooler. He felt numb. With all his vital senses gone, he started feeling denser and heavier. His newly-gained weight dragged him down and it seemed to him that he and his fellow droplets were bound to quit the scene for good. He could see many old pals hitting the ground and vanishing. Then from nowhere, the mighty sun re-appeared. For the second time he was rescued by the sun. A ray pierced through him and to his utter awe, it came out of him as seven colours! Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet; he was radiating and outshining his gloom and misery, gloriously. He poured down in a stream of water droplets. They were singing and dancing and he joined them without further ado. He was back where he started. He had discovered who he was. He was ETERNAL!
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