“Work is love made visible” so says Khalil Gibran. There are people who enjoy their work. Then there are those who create a semblance of work, where there is almost none. There are hardly bigger sinners than them. I have tried my best to mingle and reconcile with them. At last I have realised that oil and water do not mix. It is difficult to agree with them or even pretend to agree with them.
A pleasure it is to see the crop grow and yield produce, the seeds of which you have sown with hard work and soil had been irrigated with your sweat. It is not just money but the sight of your labour bearing fruit that is so fulfilling. You sow filth, you reap filth and pack the result carp in a good packet just to make it attractive. It will never fill your heart with satisfaction, it may fill your coffers though. Nothing troubles me more than the slightest sight of dupers, imposters and hypocrites.
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