This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda :-)
It is six in the morning and I look
at this window, the amount of light that it carefully and slowly filled the
house with, ah such a fine feeling. A perfect balance it brought every day. Moments ago I
had fallen off the bed with a thud, you know the sort of dreams people would
not want to wake up with, it was one of those. Somewhere on some cliff
I was bungee jumping and suddenly the rope snapped and I was on the ground but on
a different one, the floor of my room here and thankfully alive.
What an amazing start to the day
it had been! Long ago I remember Ajji telling during one of her story telling
sessions about dreams that come in the wee hours of morning, how they eventually
turn true. Now not that this trivia frightens me but it has chosen to stay in
one corner of my mind.
It is not unusual of me at the
breakfast table to be nowhere but in my own world, and one of my family members
pokes my bubble with a question. So today it was my brother “What are you
worried about?” he asked. I gave him one of those 'I-am-your-sister-I-know-you-care’
looks and smiled, for the person he is my reply being insufficient and inappropriate, ”Will you tell
me what it is?” he screamed. It was hard, to think of the dosa on my plate as
the last one for this life, how I hated them when every alternate day Amma made
them. And now when I am about to leave even these minor aversions seem
difficult to part. How would I go, where would I go and what would happen to
the people around me after the fall ? I wondered.
”Will you tell me what it is?” he
screamed again, trying to avoid his curious stare “What if today was the last
day of my life?” I mumbled. “In that case Akka, do one thing, eat all these dosas
before you go and save the ice cream in the fridge for me” he said.
I could not help but laugh because
there it was, an another window, to my thoughts. Even if it was my last day, I
knew there was nothing more to do apart from keeping away from the ice cream in the fridge, already enough challenge. Life is simple, twenty four is all that you have, first or the last.
“Some people and moments are like
windows, always open and showing us the best scene of our lives...unlike the many
doors that we knock and knock despite knowing that they are always closed.”
-R.
-R.
