Crazy!
Unexpected!
Full of surprises!
Unusual in a strange way!
That's how life is. And indubitably, life can unpredictably hurt as well. A lot. Life is never meant to be our way but our greatest loss is the moment when a part of us dies within our...
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.”
~ Maya Angelou
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He wandered aimlessly as his feet took him towards the foothill of the Himalayas, his only motivation being the bewitching melody ringing in his ears. The moment Sanskaar realized that the flute had captivated Vanya as much as him, he just yearned to know who this magician was. He did not know ‘why’ but he just wanted to!
After putting Vanya back to sleep, he took the course at the back of their house. Walking down the stone pavement for a few hundred yards, he found himself straddling the twigs and damp leaves. The path had ended but apparently his life had just taken a turn on a whole new pathway. With an endless stretch of muddy road, soiled with the rain, lying in front of him, Sanskaar had two options.
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His brain reprimanded him for his foolish act, claiming that following just a voice was so unlike him and that he should turn around and walk back the way he came.
And at the same time, his heart urged him to venture into the unknown and unravel the surprises life had in store for him.
Regardless to say, first was the easier one. His feet stood rooted at the same position as his mind and heart contemplated and just when the brain started having a upper hand, a different note of the flute hit directly his heart, and for the first time ever, in a tussle his heart won over the brain. And without even realizing, his feet had already stepped forward on to the muddy path.
Not knowing which way to go, he just kept walking as if the trees had become his unsaid guide, and beneath the green canopy, an enchanting spirit called him in its embrace. Looking at the less number of feet imprints on his way, he could already tell that not many people had walked down this path. Or if they had, the evidences of their arrival had been washed down by the rain. He was pulled in an entrance as he kept walking and was brought into the reality with a splash of water.
The music had dimmed already and when he looked around, he stood captivated by the brilliance and serenity of the place. The water roared as it tumbled down the rocks nonchalantly and fell down in a plunge pool underneath. The waterfall was nothing like he had ever seen before. As if the trees guarded it from either side, the mighty waterfall flowed majestically like a king. It was the most enthralling site his eyes had ever beheld.
In an attempt to find out who played the flute, he looked around but could find no one. He was quite sure that whoever the person was, had been here but now that he could no longer hear the music, he realized that the person had already gone. Sighing, he rubbed his palm on his face.
‘What were you thinking?’ His brain chided.
‘No worries. We will look again.’ His heart assured.
