"My tears are not seen now though I cry a lot , I don't find my loved ones now though I was loved by many , my sacrifices are not taking a trip down the memory lane by my marrers." So these were the fading lines of the BROOK , that she said while loosing its existence into the sea - her heaven. But why will someone cry after reaching her destination? I thought. But the thought that impeded me from moving away this destiny thought is the Trek of Brook. What made her to reach the vast sea? How did she came and from where she emerged?  All these thoughts were making me restless to unfold her journey.

Perhaps she was staying hidden in the caves of mountains resting in her father's arm. She wasn't born from womb of hills she was only brought up there. The mystery of her birth is still unknown. She was the princess of her father. She was well brought up with all luxury. She was a jovial entity with lots of love and happiness and with no burden in her life. She wasn't waiting for her prince to come rather she had her own dreams of becoming independent. She had dreamt of reaching her destiny. She was growing with time and reached her teens. With a very little knowledge of life she said , the time has come to rove the world.

With the advent of journey, the toughest pain was leaving her home forever. With a heavy heart and bravest soul the princess mutated herself into cascades , flowing down the hills breaking the restraints of rocks and pits, she travelled till she kisses her cherished mother earth. Now she was flowing parallel to the sky, seeing the birds flying high with their wings open. Her happiness were limitless. She was full of vigour and vitality. She was moving so fast as if she was racing with the wind. Her fast moves showed that how egaer she was to reach her destination because she knew what her destination was. The hunks of rock were shattered apart with her vigour. She was a warrior who broke several barriers in her juvenescence. She moved with twists and turns creating scenic beauty. Her waves were mesmerizing and her soothing sound relaxed a stressful mind. She gave words to poet's creation. She was loved for her beauty.
But her periods of happiness were degarding with time. She struck with landmasses that she could break no more. Her vigour moves were decreasing, degrading her pace. She was not a juvenile now. Civilizations were growing arround it that she nourished. Her flow was filled with motherhood. She accepted the elements of nature as her children without being their biological mother. Now the limitless happiness has turned into boundless sacrifices. She lost her purity, she lost her essence. Her life had became a private property of human society, that gave her nothing other than torment. But she never complained. Rather she was happily serving those who never served her. For them she shattered her figure into creeks to succor the elements. Her little waves were vanished . She was becoming a senile. With such large sacrifices she had no energy to twitch and turn . She was just sauntering on the earth, flowing with the only hope to meet her end. Her journey was long with full of pain that she never shared. She was flowing and flowing when she heard someone calling her, "my dear, please come and rest here" . This voice was recurring . Yes this was the sea ; her destiny. She had completed her duty, her life, now it's time for rest. She rushed to the sea with all her energy left. She had got her safest place. With her last and only complaint , "my tears are not seen now though I cry a lot, I don't find my loved one's now though I was loved by many , my sacrifices are not taking a trip down the memory lane by my marrers"; the child slept for long in her mother's lap.