“Ajeya, Please come here” were exactly the words which woke me up. I opened my eyes to see that I had woken up in a dream. I could hear the voice clearly but could not quiet point out where the voice was coming from the foggy place which lay ahead of me. I set out to find out who was calling me.
I had barely covered little distance when I came across this tree which stood there looking at the sky. I went up to this tree and asked whether it had called out for me. The tree was leafless as the fall had just passed and the spring was not anytime soon. The tree took a moment from gazing at the sky to answer me that it hadn’t called out for me, but of course, it was calling out the sky to ask the spring to come back so that it can be green again.
So I moved on just to find a bee buzzing around a bud. I stopped to ask if it was the one who called out to me. The bee told me that it hadn’t called me and went on to explain how the flower it used to feed on was crushed and it was asking for the bud to bloom back so that it can feed itself and its family.
Leaving the bee alone to its prayer, I left following the voice which I could still hear coming from the thick fog in front of me. I had barely taken few steps forward saw this person looking high up at the eastern sky. Hesitatingly I asked him if he had called me. With a bruised forehead, torn vest and bleeding lips the person looked at me. It seems as though he had just been through a tornado of a time. I had to hear him keenly as he could barely speak up. It took me few attempts and it took him so much effort to tell me that he had not called me but he was asking for sun to come back from the eastern sky so that there be light to search for the ones and things he has lost in his tornado of time.
Words of that person still whispering in my head, I moved on towards a commotion I could see but could not quiet make out what it actually was for. There were men in uniform, people in white clothes and bunch of khaki clad gentlemen waiting for something to arrive. Curious about the happenings here I shouted to ask if anyone there had called me. Soon a man walked up to me to ask me to clear the way for the national pride to arrive. Amazed I stood along with crowd to see how the national pride looked like. To my disbelief I saw a coffin being brought into the crowd. In dismay I asked a lady standing beside me who it was. Overcome by her emotions, lady responded that it was her son who had dreamt to save nation's pride and today the pride had come home but just that he had brought it home sleeping in his coffin.
Unable to hold on to myself, I left the place with a prayer. as I moved on I met a lover who was asking her love to come back, a mother at the dinner table waiting for her son abroad to come back, a wife waiting at the doorstep for her husband to come back and a child in tears at 8 at night, with a happy birthday cap waiting on the drive way for his mom and dad to come back to celebrate his birthday. But none of them had called me.
Just when I was about to lose my patience and give up I happened to see a shadow like figure standing at a distance. This time when I heard the voice calling me I could make out that it was coming from him. Each step I took to inch closer to him, I felt that he seemed familiar. Each step I took to go to him, I started feeling like I was moving towards something which I very well knew but vaguely remembered. But how could it be? Who could it be I wondered with each step? Eventually when I reached him with lots of questions, why was he calling me and so on, I kept my hand on his shoulder which was amazingly as tall as mine. I asked him to turn around to answer my questions. He took a second turn which almost made me feel like an eternity. But what I saw was nothing short of a surprise. It was me. In a second all my questions were replaced by just one, what was happening?
He explained that we always wait for somebody or other to come back. Likewise there is someone or other who waits for us to go back. But we hardly realize this truth and go our ways which are sometimes same and other times separate. He showed me how I did that to myself. He also pointed out how far had I come from myself that I could not even recognize my own voice when he was calling me.
Whose voice can I recognize, how can I recognize the ones who love me if I am so far that I can’t recognize myself.
I don’t know how many of you readers would have realized it by now. But what right do we have to wait for one we love to come back when we never went when our love waited for us to come back.
Time doesn’t wait for us, then what are we waiting for? Should we not take the first step and close the gap between us and our loved one. It doesn’t matter who takes the first step but what matters is how fast the distances cease to exist.
I had barely covered little distance when I came across this tree which stood there looking at the sky. I went up to this tree and asked whether it had called out for me. The tree was leafless as the fall had just passed and the spring was not anytime soon. The tree took a moment from gazing at the sky to answer me that it hadn’t called out for me, but of course, it was calling out the sky to ask the spring to come back so that it can be green again.
So I moved on just to find a bee buzzing around a bud. I stopped to ask if it was the one who called out to me. The bee told me that it hadn’t called me and went on to explain how the flower it used to feed on was crushed and it was asking for the bud to bloom back so that it can feed itself and its family.
Leaving the bee alone to its prayer, I left following the voice which I could still hear coming from the thick fog in front of me. I had barely taken few steps forward saw this person looking high up at the eastern sky. Hesitatingly I asked him if he had called me. With a bruised forehead, torn vest and bleeding lips the person looked at me. It seems as though he had just been through a tornado of a time. I had to hear him keenly as he could barely speak up. It took me few attempts and it took him so much effort to tell me that he had not called me but he was asking for sun to come back from the eastern sky so that there be light to search for the ones and things he has lost in his tornado of time.
Words of that person still whispering in my head, I moved on towards a commotion I could see but could not quiet make out what it actually was for. There were men in uniform, people in white clothes and bunch of khaki clad gentlemen waiting for something to arrive. Curious about the happenings here I shouted to ask if anyone there had called me. Soon a man walked up to me to ask me to clear the way for the national pride to arrive. Amazed I stood along with crowd to see how the national pride looked like. To my disbelief I saw a coffin being brought into the crowd. In dismay I asked a lady standing beside me who it was. Overcome by her emotions, lady responded that it was her son who had dreamt to save nation's pride and today the pride had come home but just that he had brought it home sleeping in his coffin.
Unable to hold on to myself, I left the place with a prayer. as I moved on I met a lover who was asking her love to come back, a mother at the dinner table waiting for her son abroad to come back, a wife waiting at the doorstep for her husband to come back and a child in tears at 8 at night, with a happy birthday cap waiting on the drive way for his mom and dad to come back to celebrate his birthday. But none of them had called me.
Just when I was about to lose my patience and give up I happened to see a shadow like figure standing at a distance. This time when I heard the voice calling me I could make out that it was coming from him. Each step I took to inch closer to him, I felt that he seemed familiar. Each step I took to go to him, I started feeling like I was moving towards something which I very well knew but vaguely remembered. But how could it be? Who could it be I wondered with each step? Eventually when I reached him with lots of questions, why was he calling me and so on, I kept my hand on his shoulder which was amazingly as tall as mine. I asked him to turn around to answer my questions. He took a second turn which almost made me feel like an eternity. But what I saw was nothing short of a surprise. It was me. In a second all my questions were replaced by just one, what was happening?
He explained that we always wait for somebody or other to come back. Likewise there is someone or other who waits for us to go back. But we hardly realize this truth and go our ways which are sometimes same and other times separate. He showed me how I did that to myself. He also pointed out how far had I come from myself that I could not even recognize my own voice when he was calling me.
Whose voice can I recognize, how can I recognize the ones who love me if I am so far that I can’t recognize myself.
I don’t know how many of you readers would have realized it by now. But what right do we have to wait for one we love to come back when we never went when our love waited for us to come back.
Time doesn’t wait for us, then what are we waiting for? Should we not take the first step and close the gap between us and our loved one. It doesn’t matter who takes the first step but what matters is how fast the distances cease to exist.
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