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Inch by Inch..

A man near my neighborhood would go on walks early in the mornings,as early as 4

He had developed a liking towards stones that would resemble a certain shape,a certain design, a certain character.
He would come back by 6 and show the stone to everyone in the family and also to the neighbours at times. 
He developed an intense passion for collecting the stones and highlighting with paint brush on them, what he would see. 
Maybe a Bird, a flag or something.


 One day,I could hear him calling out for people to help him push a huge rock inside his house,when asked he told them this rock has an image of Sai embarked in it. 

 People called him stupid and several names ,but ultimately helped him push the rock forward.

 He was pretty satisfied seeing the rock inside the Veranda of his house.

 His elder son asked him how did he managed to push forward the rock till the front of their house alone,the man told him that he used to push it forward inch by inch everyday,when he used to go to his morning walks and after 3 months he is able to bring it till his house! 


 Though not impressed with the rock having Sai on it,the thing that needs to be marked with a marker here is that he tried every day  inch by inch to push that rock forward,Having faith that it would reach its destination someday! 

 Its the same about our ownself..Pushing the limits inch by inch to reach where we see ourselves standing.

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