Today's dim sun, I am made to remember this story again and again. A classical story told by my grandmother decades ago.

Once upon a time there lived a theist named "Manka". Manka had profound belief in God and God's miracles. One day the boat he was rowing to cross the village river, got punctured by sharp rock, resulting the boat to sink. Manka got thrown in furiously gusty river. Manka cried for God to help. About a while soon a white boat arrived and asked,

White Boat : Do you need any help?

Manka : No, Thank you. My God is on his way to help me.

Manka had burnt almost all his energy. He was about to drown, whilst a Red Boat arrived and asked,

Red Boat : Hurry up .. let me help you out, get over.

Manka : No, Thank you.  My God is on his way.

Few hours later a Black boat arrives to carry the floating soul of Manka to heaven. Manka wakes up in heaven to see God and yells at him.

Manka : I believed you throughout my life. How can you do this to me? Why din't you come to help me?

God : You Crap .. I sent you two boats!!!

Yes .. a beautiful story, which has lot to say. Opportunity, Faith, Dedication, Ignorance, Foolishness, Color Schema of boats spins of multiple threads of thoughts. I kept wondering for better opportunity while loosing "great opportunities". But it is difficult to listen to whisper in the winds. Past is law and it can not be eluded so is present and future. Clouds swell silently to white -- red -- black,  bright -- dim -- dark,  opportunity -- chance -- grief.