The notions.....

As we travel a long road, we see the vehicles speeding by. Some just rush, like a whiff of wind, while others travel slowly, as if they have got all time in the world.

Life is exactly like these vehicles on a highway. Going fast enough, for you to loose control, but also slow, when your desires don’t materialize. There’s an eagerness in heart. An eagerness in mind. An eagerness in thoughts. But the destiny crawls slowly, moves slowly – leading you to the right path, to the right place.

 Things which are most inaccessible, most difficult to attain, bring pure joy, happiness. They bring a contenment par experience. A stability of lifetime – afterall we have, but, one life to live.

Lifetime brings many wishes. WISHES – which are like horses with wings, which run as well as fly. Which know no limitations, no worldly wisdom. But which get trampled over by your very own, very dear ones.

Wishes – which no one else can realize, no one else can feel. Wishes – which a girl is prohibited to even think of. Wishes – an alien word in the dictionary of females, bound by wordly wisdoms, by societal thoughts.

All of us are like those winds, which lash with torrential rains, winds that also move like a soft breeze. All of us have that element of softness, tenderness and love. The element, which we bury, which we shut down, which we cremate, when the destiny does not favor us.

I know my people have a tender, a lovable corner in their aura. An aura that makes me feel close to them. While one radiates love, other makes me feel warm in childish charm. An aura that has got disturbed. An aura that’s not ready to bear any intrusion. The aura has become a wall, that masks all emotions.

Whenever we disturb a piece of cloth, which has laid there for ages together, the dust particles suddenly fill the air, suffocating us. But does it mean that this dust never existed? It was always there. But just sprung up on being disturbed. They had learnt a pattern of being stable, being number and their dispersal marks their protest, their resentment towards the change.

But then should we not touch the cloth in fear of the resentment? Perhaps NO. We instead should sooth these aggravated dust particles. Apprise them of the change. Help them become accustomed to it. Similar is the case with my folks.

For years together, they have lived and breath same archaic thoughts, same air. Now even a single breeze of fresh air disturbs their castle of thoughts. Thoughs, which are not theirs. But thoughts that are notions of others. Notions of those, who never care even when you die. But come rushing when you writh in paid. As they dervive sadistic pleasure out of your pain.

My people need to come out of it. Need to shun away the dust settled over their minds with passage of time. And open their arms to the fresh breeze, that awaits knocking at their door.

The Almighty is with me – I know. I can feel his presence beside me every moment. He’ll care for me, take care of my destiny. My Almighty is sure to bring new lease of life in my folks.

Amen