a story..
Long time ago, there was a potter who lived alone. He was not rich, not handsome, not clever and not good at conversing with people. One day while he was making his pots at the kiln as usual, a lady knocked on the door. The lady was from another town and happened to pass by. She was seeking food and lodging for the night as it was getting dark. With a fluttering heart, the potter went to tidy up the guest room which have not been occupied before.
As they had dinner, the potter began to open up to the lady. There was some unknown reason, he felt comfortable opening to her. Without realizing, he told her things that even his fellow potter friends did not know.
The next morning, the potter preparing breakfast for the lady whom he thought will be leaving. But to his surprise, the lady told him that she had decided to stay for a longer period and that she wanted to learn the skills of his craft. With joy, he taught her all that he knew and at the same time learning from the lady as well.
One day at the kiln, the potter decided to show the lady his most precious piece of work. It was a vase that he had spent lots of time and sweat to make. The vase had never been shown to anyone ever since it was done and was stored in the deep dark cellar beneath his house. When the lady saw the vase, she was taken aback by the beauty of the vase. She never expected a simple potter like him could make such a beautiful vase. Seeing the look of shock in her eyes, the potter told the lady that the vase was hers to keep and that it was the most precious thing he had in his procession. It is because the vase is one of a kind and can never be remade again... not even by the potter himself. That moment sealed their love for each other as the lady promise to take good care of the vase.
As time goes by, they lived happily together. But one day the shock came, the lady decided to carry on her journey. She felt that this was not place she wanted to be. The potter felt like a thousand needles was poking his heart as he heard those words. He had though that the vase had found its rightful owner. No matter how he pleaded with the lady, the lady stood by her decision. When the lady was handing over the vase back to the owner, the vase slipped out of both the receiving and returning hands and shattered onto the floor. Looking sadly at the broken vase with tears streaming down, the potter slowly picked up all the pieces which was scattered all over the places. Watching the fading back view of the lady, he wondered if he would ever find back all the pieces to fix it up again.
After some time, he realized that there was no use in picking up all the pieces again as no matter how he mended the vase, it would never be the flawless vase that it used to be and it is not confirmed all the pieces will be found. With that the potter decided that he would never entertain passerby anymore and he kept all his doors shut n locked. To live a loner life.
As they had dinner, the potter began to open up to the lady. There was some unknown reason, he felt comfortable opening to her. Without realizing, he told her things that even his fellow potter friends did not know.
The next morning, the potter preparing breakfast for the lady whom he thought will be leaving. But to his surprise, the lady told him that she had decided to stay for a longer period and that she wanted to learn the skills of his craft. With joy, he taught her all that he knew and at the same time learning from the lady as well.
One day at the kiln, the potter decided to show the lady his most precious piece of work. It was a vase that he had spent lots of time and sweat to make. The vase had never been shown to anyone ever since it was done and was stored in the deep dark cellar beneath his house. When the lady saw the vase, she was taken aback by the beauty of the vase. She never expected a simple potter like him could make such a beautiful vase. Seeing the look of shock in her eyes, the potter told the lady that the vase was hers to keep and that it was the most precious thing he had in his procession. It is because the vase is one of a kind and can never be remade again... not even by the potter himself. That moment sealed their love for each other as the lady promise to take good care of the vase.
As time goes by, they lived happily together. But one day the shock came, the lady decided to carry on her journey. She felt that this was not place she wanted to be. The potter felt like a thousand needles was poking his heart as he heard those words. He had though that the vase had found its rightful owner. No matter how he pleaded with the lady, the lady stood by her decision. When the lady was handing over the vase back to the owner, the vase slipped out of both the receiving and returning hands and shattered onto the floor. Looking sadly at the broken vase with tears streaming down, the potter slowly picked up all the pieces which was scattered all over the places. Watching the fading back view of the lady, he wondered if he would ever find back all the pieces to fix it up again.
After some time, he realized that there was no use in picking up all the pieces again as no matter how he mended the vase, it would never be the flawless vase that it used to be and it is not confirmed all the pieces will be found. With that the potter decided that he would never entertain passerby anymore and he kept all his doors shut n locked. To live a loner life.