River of Life

By Mispa Rose George

 Once, she flowed through the curves of the land, a gentle river weaving her way toward distant horizons. She embraced each bend, whispering secrets to the stones below, unaware that those same stones would one day be hurled at her. The people, oblivious to her true nature, saw her as a mere conduit—a means to an end. They quenched their thirst from her liquid veins without gratitude or understanding. But time has a way of revealing truths, and so she transformed. The water receded, leaving behind a parched landscape—a silent plea for recognition. Now, as dry land, she stands as a testament to her own importance, teaching those who once took her for granted the value of every drop.


“River once quenched the thirst but now a parched land, nature has a way to justify”

Mispa Rose George A millennial who enjoys exploring life and spreading kindness. Holds a Master’s degree in Computer Science and has experience as a software tester. Passionate about storytelling, she finds inspiration in everyday objects, personifying them to draw meaningful life lessons. Fun-loving and deeply spiritual, she treasures her time with God.

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