We don’t hear the word fain often these days or do we? If we do, then I am pleased to know.
But if not then let us talk further. Fain means gladly, preferably, willing, ready, obliged or required. A dictionary will tell you better and it will also tell that this word is obsolete. There are many archaic words like fain which are out of fashion…what is new in it?
Fain to me is such a sweet word that I feel when it was asked to leave it (by its nature) said, ‘gladly’.
Why is it that some words stay and some don’t? What happened after the times of Kings and Queens with this pretty word that it left us?
I can’t say it left us as we can still use it but it has been forgotten. Yes, this can be one of the many plausible explanations; man is after all the most forgetful creature.
I would like to believe that fain never stopped being happy and willing and eager. And that is why it reached a state of gladness. Fain visited the Ultimate Fain.
All these beautiful archaic words are silent not because no one wants to hear them, but because they were heard by the One. And now they are in a sublime state.
Such is the destiny of one, anyone, who knows oneself and remains constant. One who doesn’t look for answers outside but inside. One who knows the true meaning of Karma.
This is what I feel. Who knows if all this makes sense or not? One who knows, knows a lot or knows a lot at least about others.
Anyways, fain would always be for me a wonderful word which gives my mind a feeling of its texture- silky soft and white.
Home Chimes is now Chiming Stories
Welcome dear readers!
A roguish year, 2020, I believe was a twist in our LIVE story. Terrible, oh, terrible things happened. Let us nurture hope, let us learn from our mistakes, let us help each other and contribute honestly to this change.
Let the old charm of stories work, let stories heal your tired heart.
This colossal twist proves that the great writer is planning to finish a chapter, but the story is far from over. Dawn is about to break, the sun rays will fall on a new beginning soon.
Come to Chiming Stories, pocket old and new posts and watch, along with me, the horizon.
Yes fly! For walking on the second track is dull and usual, but dreaming high, high, high requires tools. Tools like the right pair of shoes, a chirpy, gritty soul that eats butter-jam dreams, a soul that drinks milky-milky creams.