Tears rolled down my cheeks, as dew drops down the leaves.
It was a usual morning dawn : every second, every bit, every face, every sound was the same. But………nothing was the same.
I felt my today partitioned, from yesterday by a huge valley.
A major landslide had occurred! A massive mass of 40 years had slipped down from the mountain of my life – rolled down from the very point where I stood, leaving me behind.
I trembled as I looked back :
I had lost something : the soil of youth, clad in snowy bloom. I wanted to cling to the receding earth, but it was too late !!
Birthday wishes poured in;
the wheelcart of life had gripped me tight, ready to move me farther away. The terrain ahead was unfamiliar.
With drizzling eyes, a blank mind and a heavy heart, I adjusted myself on the landslide point as my soul gathered courage. Toppling and tumbling, I positioned myself on the wheelcart
as much as I positioned my feet on the fresh soil; as a stem, grafted on another plant; as a train changed at a lonely station.
The morning of life had bid farewell, but the sun, beamed an afternoon smile. The day was still to be, the earth on this side of the life was yet to be baked in the rays of the sun.
The soil of maturity this side was still to glow, draped in snowy attires of experience. I marched ahead, like the seconds hand of a clock, step by step, careful but confident, ready to befriend the winds ahead, ready to take the strides in my way;
Ready even for the next landslide, maybe 20 years later……in case….. life accompanies me till there.
By-Saloni Chawla
