There was this desert.

A big, bad desert. Nothing survived there.

Everywhere there were sand and ....loneliness.

One day a cloud lost it’s way and came there. He wandered over the desert for some time.

He wanted to shed some water over the parched cactus plants there.

“They are pining for water,” the cloud thought. “They need water, otherwise they will die.”

The cacti were the only living beings on the sand. They were the only deep green spots on the dark yellow cover.

They made the desert look like a desert. Otherwise it would have been a mohenjo daro. “The mound of dead”.

The cloud sprinkled some droplets over the a plant.

It immediately responded!!!

It grew in size. It wore a greener look and even produced a flower after a few weeks.

The cloud was very happy. Next year, he brought some of his friends and told them: “look!!!! I am great!!! I made this plant see the colours of life!!!”

His friends were jealous of him. And his audacity made them even more jealous.

They all gathered over the plant and flooded him with rain.

It rained incessantly for days together. For weeks. For months.

The cloud had lots and lots of friends.

So it went on raining and raining and.....raining. Until one day when the cactus died.

The clouds thought: “Our friend is a genius”.

They went on thinking: “When he did it, he was successful. But when we tried to do the same thing, in the same way and that too, all of us together...we failed. And that too, so miserably.”

The cloud didn’t know what to say. He believed it was luck.

But it was pure coincidence. He was there at the right place, at the right time and at the moment. He did what he should have done. Now that’s more than coincidence.

That’s luck.

Best of luck.