With Brida, Paulo Coelho has come back to writing what he knows best about - magic.

But this is not a review about Brida. This is a post about the foreword by the author. I had to read it because whatever this author has to say, when he says it, it has to be read from cover to cover.

This is the essence of what he says: There are two types of people in the world. Builders and planters. Builders build walls and buildings. It takes years but then it comes to an end. They find much glory in building. They then get hemmed in by those walls. Life loses its meaning after the building is done.

Planters, on the other hand, have a hard life and not much of the glory. They bear much unrest and the vagaries of the weather. But, unlike the building, a garden never ends growing. The gardener's work never ends. My thoughts took off from there. It can not quiet be predicted what the garden will be. Certainly it will be a reflection of the gardener's spirit.

Having been both a builder and now a planter, I'm doubly blessed. I can't help but agree with the author though. It is more enriching to plant than to build. It is as if you grow with the things that you plant. Life becomes a manifold dream.

This post is dedicated to the person who made me think of myself, of planting, of growing.