A serendipitous find is quite a wonderful thing in life. It is quite rare that we come across such delightful godsend life moments. The pleasure of facing such a situation is marvelous indeed especially when we very much are in need of a similar thing and at the same time we haven't the resources or the wildest of hope that one day we would come across such a one. It is quite interesting to note that the very word serendipity itself has become something serendipitous in the sense that the real meaning or more complexly the various shades of meaning which this word generates and hence the task of an apt translation of the same into any other language or an academically satisfying definition to the word has become something quite perplexing to the linguists and academicians and all those lovers of the English Language globally.
The word serendipity has now come to be used as a predisposition of the human mind or rather the personality which finds itself in vortexes of fortuitous discoveries while in fact in search of some unrelated and remotely related things. The other day, my friend John, who has been a very successful tiller, while tilling his farm house, became a centre of attraction by the entire villagers because of the serendipitous fortune that he came across. Hardly had he tilled the land for half an hour, on a sunny day, in the morning after the breakfast, that a small box quite shattered and smashed and covered with full of rust and mud and earth worms, was furrowed out. Drops of sweat oozing from his scorched head had in fact covered his eyes blocking clear sight of anything that was in front of him. But the sound of the dilapidated box falling against a drum of water nearby just engrossed his otherwise wavering attention.
Looking around casually for something terrible, John saw to his entire bewilderment and puzzlement a few gold coins fall jingling and jangling down on an iron spade lying on the ground near the water drum. John for a moment could not believe his eyes and suddenly coming near the spade stooped down to pick up one coin and see to himself and convince himself that he was right in his waking sense and not in a dream or a reverie. Such was the intensity of emotion that overcame poor John in his mid forties who since childhood had been known to the neighbours as a man of quite integrity and piety in such great magnitude that at last the Providence had heard his prayers and bestowed him with 250 gold coins which might have been hidden in some secret coffer there in the that land centuries ago by his ancestors thinking that one day their great grandson might need it for his living. So, with this serendipity John became a very popular figure in the entire neighbourhood and the adjoining villages and our friendship continued for so long.
Similar serendipitous episodes I have a lot in my memory but later on I would relate them.
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