Celebrations

Echoes

It was a very quite evening on the hill top.
The hill was on the path way to the still higher range of mountains; and of considerable height .
I watched the blackish rain clouds were passing just half measure beneath the top. Wind passing through the top was forceful. It disheveled my hair and dress. I saw birds returning to their nests.
I wished to say a 'hallo' to them.
I said.
My hallo did not make them stop and look at me. But my voice brought echoes.
It was not my voice.
Only echoes. They were not my voice. They were only mere echoes
No echoes belong to me. Nor to anyone else. We make sounds instinctively. Not to listen after any echo. It occurs unintentionally.
We can learn this little lesson from the rain clouds; from the wind passing through the mountain tops .From the chatter of the birds in their hurry to reach their nests before the rain. They pass on without bothering for any echoes.
If any echo intervenes, let us become unconcerned. as the clouds, the wind and the birds who fly on for reaching their goals.
They teach lessons always.