There was a time when we used to frequent my granny's house every weekend and holiday. Being young, I had no other companion of my age group except my young sis whose idea of playing was planting a flower and watering it, watching it every hour to check if a plant has grown out of it. My friend was the nature around me. I would lie on the huge boulder and watch the skies for hours, imagining that I was alone in the whole wide world. I would walk thru the woods, climb trees, pluck cashew apple and indulge in its juicy pulp and searching for wild fruits like the maroon Karjikayi or the tiny white Bemmaralu. And now, I'm back amidst nature and it calms me and makes me happy to watch the flowers bloom amid green leaves, tiny insects crawl out of them after having their fill of nectar, leaves sway in the mild breeze and glow in the mid-morning sun. I love the early morning ritual of watering the trees and plants, with glistening droplets falling on me; making me proud that I'm a part of their growing up.
“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.
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