Those of you who have read my write ups and known me for a while now, surely know, that the wearisome time spent on my travel to work or vis-a-vis, is the time I sit back to contemplate the state of affairs around me.
So here we go on another ride of reflections.
The day had wound up and it was time for me to head back home. The shades of darkness was adorned and I was to hit the road. It was one of those cold wet evenings that every exhausted employee dreaded. This specific evening would mean a slow travel and the declaration that we would see ourselves cradled away only a lot later than what our tiring bodies would desire. It was sadly a day that most of them despised.
Although, something about these damp dreaded days inspired me.
Over the chitter chatter of my comrades who I share my cab ride with, I drifted away into an abode of serenity. We were travelling through this gloomy night along roads that were compressed with vehicles. It reminded me of the 'brick games' we used to amuse ourselves with, where we tried to lay and pop in bricks to achieve a complete line of bricks. We would then gallantly achieve the intention to eliminate the piling layers of bricks. Funny how an innocent childhood game was unconventionally schooling us for an aggressive adulthood.
And then as I gazed out, amidst the glaring lights and blaring hoots from the many exasperated travellers my vision rested upon my window. There I saw a million droplets settled down on the many surfaces and slowly trickling down to a humble end, just like each of us on that road.
As they slipped down, these drops looked like a million glimmering fireflies. They twinkled even as they drained to an end. In them I saw a million mirrors that captured another million moments of our lives. Each of these moments seized a memory, an expression...
In that swarm of vehicles was probably a mother anticipating the joy of seeing her child after a long day; a husband longing to see the refreshing smile of his wife, after the most transactional airs he had to encounter during the day and so many such wonderful reflections. Of course, it is not just the happy expressions, but the sad ones too that are captured. A smile, a tear, a sigh, anger, relief, love and so many more manifestations of our lives.
Little do we realize that so much could change over that moment. Each of those expressions were defining us and the decisions that we would take. Probably those reflections were capturing images of new reasons to cherish life or the desperation of knowing that there was no more hope to hold on to.
Windshields wiped away the pitter patter. Vehicles swooshed through the water drenched roads. And in the course of time these drops would encounter the end of their journey. From the prime of its life these little mirrors of our life will come to an end.
A raindrop at that moment was a picture from the unknown, a revalidation of who we had come to become. Over those lengthy monotonous travels of life, we need to let ourselves replay these short seconds of our lives. It might just give a new meaning to the old ways of our life. Our boring days might just have an interesting twist to it. Lets not see the messy roads that the rain begets, but the invigorating thrill to move on.
A million drops, a million reflections and the naissance of many seconds ahead... Lets make these seconds culminate into a life worth living every notch!!
