In the night when all is dark and everything is overshadowed by the deep blue of the sky above,I listen to my heart beats, the rhythm of life, the very reason that shows Iam still alive, full of life.
Life, that is the gift of a mother to a child, finds its way through this fierce world, no matter how weak its form may be.Just as the tender shoots of a baby plant sprouts, no matter how deep down the seeds have been sown.Another life surfaces,stands up to face the wind and the rain but still does not break...And one shiny morning a little bud rests in its green wrap on top of the plant(once so little and fragile),
waiting to spread its wonderful wings of color.Then...one day the flower finally comes out of its shell and sets the world ablaze with colors, intoxicating it with its fragrance of eternal sweetness.
Many a poets and writers have wondered from where did the plant know just how much would be enough, of what ingredients to give birth to such beauty!
Such is the power of life.It is beautiful beyond any expression; as colorful as the morning sky, as fresh as the kash flowers, as melodious as the beats of dhaak, as wonderful as the clouds, as majestic as the mighty mountains, as mysterious as the night in the jungle, as sweetly unpredictable as the first rains of the monsoon, as wild as the sea and as still as a flame in a long long windless cold night; and as quick as the last breath fluttering off to nowhere and everywhere.
To understand life, it took me years,it cost me a lot to live on, to survive through many storms.
But I am still a magic of the nature,that is I am a life.I have hated it dearly,cursed it and cried a lot to love it, to appreciate it and learned to laugh.I have dreamed through countless nights, walked along numerous roads, fell in love a hundred times with a thousand things, wondered why at all I live, why at all I breath, when there is no count of me and myself in this world, just to realize its all a part of the game...big big game that this whole universe is.
Life is a chance, blessed with so many wonderful moments.I could have never had enough of those first rays of light streaking through mist in the lazy mornings of the hills.
And even as a child I fell in love with the clouds amidst the mountains.I have felt the moment with all my senses and my soul.And as I write I can still smell the sweet earthen smell soaked in mist and dew.This is life to me.This is my treasure.And this is all I want to have, to hold on to even when I am old.Mountains are my first love.And they will be my last.And I am sure enough love is life.Love is beautiful and endless.What could be more beautiful than a solitary life in a wooden cottage small enough to cocoon me atop a lovely green hillock, grey with mist and fog, barely having any contact with the world so mundane and profit centered, the only sound pollutions(which hardly are polluting in nature) are the chirping of birds, the gurgling waters of a little rivulet somewhere nearby, the busy buzzings of the honey bee and if you are sensitive enough then the flutterings of the butterflies over the lovely rhododendrons in my garden.Thus are the etchings of my paradise.My little cocoon smells invitingly of tea, roses and love.And if one fine morning you feel like running away, do remember me, my little shelter would surely be big enough for all of us, since there are no limitations and boundaries to imagination, our horizons can be stretched well beyond words and expressions.
And with such new horizons, where the sky and earth do meet, life surely finds new wings to fly.This little world of mine, originating from the many dreams of past and future, having no sense of time, young and frivolous, beautiful and chaste, calm and peaceful, no doubt is far fetched and impractical as an idea(as is always said), but some day...some day its going to be true...so is my hope...and life is but nothing other than keeping up the hope.
And one day when you find me nowhere, just check out the hills..one never knows..you may still find me...comfortably numb of life, still cocooned in my own little wooden cottage, still alive, a magic of nature that life is..isn't it!
