An environment day special!

It was the month of December. The Chennai autumn was unusually chilly and I needed some more warmth. Warmth in my mind and not the physical warmth. A satisfaction of taking care of something. Something of my own. Something that depends on me, that lives with me but cannot live without me. The sense of responsibility. The sense of a routine.

That's when I met Pari. She lived in a packet hanging onto dear life. She was budding and young, ready to sprout into a matured and beautiful adult. It was friendship at first sight. I decided it has to be her. I got her a new home. A bigger home. With all the support that she needed. I carried her away from her foster home and adopted her to be my own.

She promised a lot to me as well. The friend who listened to me in all adversity, silently and patiently. Swaying away from side to side understanding my worries and concerns. The mentor who showed me the patience required to make every budding idea into fruitful results. The tutor who taught me that in every branch lost in life is a firewood gained to kindle new thoughts. The teacher who instilled in me the value, every breath of air lived to help someone else adds more life to oneself. The big sister who provided me the shade required when scorched by the heat of this world. The mother who took care of me, fed me and never asked me a why or a what.

All this for some water in exchange everyday. She was the best. The spring was impending. She was blooming and bursting. There could be nothing that goes wrong. Or so I thought.

Then they came. The swarming worms who just cannot stand looking at somoeone who gives something to them. They wanted more. More and more. Pari, was willing to give. She gave and gave. Gave and gave. But one cannot keep giving forever. She had to take back something or die. Sadly, the worms never understood this, nor could she tell them. Her demise was a great blow to me. But even in her death, Pari just told me "Life is short dear. Live it to the fullest, the way you can".

A Story to Tell (continued)...

He was climbing and climbing. Non-stop. Relentless. Inch by inch. Foot by foot. The summit was in sight. With that final spurt of energy, he pushed himself to the top. There he stood, bathed in happiness of reaching the peak. The glow within him seemed to have oozed out. He then realised that the sun was just coming out on the east. He turned east to witness that red ball bounce out of the horizon, like it does every other day. The glory and splendour of this 2-D circle was simply marvellous at this early hour. He was simply fortunate to be there.

Meanwhile, behind him, there fell a gloom. While he took in the morning rays on his body, there were clouds gathering thick and fast behind him. He turned around to see the gathering mists of water ready to collide with each other and spill out their content on him. It was a sight to behold too. Who doesn't love to get drenched in a rain? Especially after all the climbing and hiking!

He was confused, though. On one side, there was this beautiful sun with all its energy ready to shower him with Vitamin-D. On the other side, there was respite from the all sweat and grime gathered in the wee hours of the morning. He was confused which one he wanted. The glory of the morning or the gloom of the rewarding rain. He decided he'll close his eyes and decide.

It was then, that he wished, how nice it would be to ask someone to choose for him! While his mind cast around finding who that someone could be, his eyes simply created the answer for him. He opened his eyes and saw her. She was draped in green matching the wonderful background, with those eyes, buzzing like honey bees, that could pull him in like an iron to a magnet. She was smiling and she radiated energy like the sun to him. She was welling up in the eyes, at the same time, ready to throw herself on his shoulders and drench him completely. He was immobile. Stunned. Thrilled. She was walking. Slowly. Towards him. Closer and closer. Closer and closer. He could hear her footsteps now.

Dhoom! Dhoom! Dhoom! Did the rain start? Are the thunders striking? She was very near him. He could see the flutter of those eyelashes. DHOOM! DHOOM! DHOOM! The thunder was almost upon him. He realised there were pellets of water hitting him. She was barely a foot away from him, but somehow not drenched by the rain. And with one final DHOOOM he heard his brother calling out "What the hell are you doing in the bathroom for so long?".

He opened his eyes, turned off the shower and stepped out into reality.

P.S: I am back :D