Nothing exists without meaning around us. There was a waterfall in the midst of the jungle, in between great mountains. Its sound was heard in the whole area. It was descending down from a cliff onto a stony ground. Its fall made millions of small and big bubbles. They were all like open eyes and would be closed within no time. Each bubble had it's own timing to be constructed and to be gone in just in a few seconds. But that was a matter of pleasure for each of them even to feel for a moment to be born.

One of the bubble was called the 'eye of jungle' which was made early in the morning and had a duty to survive for a longer time, to cross a few miles and float down the waves of the river, to cross into another part of the jungle. It had to reach near the dropping branches of a willow tree. After reaching there, the touch of one of the leaves of the willow tree was going to finish it.

It was a journey from morning to night.

The journey was short but was full of dangers. Because of traveling on the surface of the violent waves of the river was not an easy job. The river and its incoming tides could
have destroyed it. But the eye of the jungle had a force that was called confidence. It had to reach on its target with the help of this magical force.

So, the eye of the jungle started its expedition. There was a kind of dignity in its moves and that had a fascinating touch because it was an adventure too.

The first puzzle was that one of the smallest specks of dust could have smashed the softness and the fragility of this airy bag. But the atmosphere was cleaned. There seemed no danger for the time being. There were no particles yet. A kind of security the eye of the jungle felt when it saw that there were many other bubbles around it. They were also traveling their own course of goal and had their own stories. They all seemed like floating eyes. Some innocent, some serious but most of them were apologizing and sad. They all tried to reconcile themselves with the given situation. Each one was carrying its own message. The eye of the jungle had the breath of satisfaction that it was not alone in this trip. The only insecurity it felt.was about the river but that flew down peacefully.

Abruptly a violent movement occurred in the air. Many bubbles blew up out of fear. Some of them were exploded by the particles of dust. A powerful dusty wind was crossing the area and it overturned many bubbles. But the eye of the jungle was saved. It could not see or understand the force that had blessed it. It was a miracle or may be it had a time to survive and to complete the passage of its time. Those who had vanished into thin air, had to go. The eye of the jungle felt Sorry for them because they were also its companions in this trip. There was no way out, but to understand and practice the meaning of patience, to wait and see. At last the course of its swim came to an end. The eye of the jungle reached near the hanging branches of the willow tree. One of the selected branches bowed its head down in a welcoming position and asked the eye of the jungle to come nearer. The eye of the jungle slowly moved towards the leaf.

'Were you fearful during this journey?' asked the leaf.

Yes I was.' Answered the eye of the jungle.

'What were you afraid of?' asked the leaf.

'I was afraid of the cruelty of the powerful river. But it carried me with the help of its waves. Otherwise I am nothing. I am an empty bag of air. It could have finished me within no time.' said the eye of the jungle.'

'Listen! Those who are. honorable like this mighty river is, always bow their head down even to very light things like you and me are.' said the leaf with a smiling gesture.

In the meantime a soft swish of wind moved the leaf closer to the bubble. As it touched the bubble, the eye of the jungle vanished into invisible air. It was created from water and journeyed on the surface of water, but from the beginning to end of its travel it remained thirsty. It seemed as though this bubble was going to convey this message somewhere else.