He wakes up after a long sleep, only to realize that he had missed the phenomenon eagerly awaited for the few days. Waking up after the thunderous rains, he felt like a warrior, sent to the battle field only to know that he failed to reach the field in time. He felt like he got back to his senses only after the war got over, victory or defeat didn't cross his mind. The open doors banged because of the strong winds and only added to the strange and gloomy environment. He rose from his accidental hibernation, went towards the balcony, walking through he darkness to look upon what remains after the war. The murkiness and moist air made it nothing different from post battle scenarios. The rain drops fell and echoed in the silence.
The rain just didn't feel too soft or soothing to him. It had a ghastly effect on him, not very pleasant. Strange it seems, how people always associate the rains to something soft and tender in its essence and subtle in emotions. His dream or imagination you might call, just broke all stereotypes of this association and left him bewilderingly astonished about the comparison he drew between the gloomy , turbid and damp atmosphere and the missed war and its aftermath.
The little walnut looking piece of meat in the calcium made box, is indeed one great masterpiece of the Lord, intricately designed and full till the brim with thoughts and imaginations which run wild. I firmly believe that anything that it sees is influenced by my actions. I wonder if this small ball of flesh had the ability to bring life to all it sees and dreams of. Who would've thought, back in earlier times ,that man could fly or send letter without paper or commute form one place to other in less that one-tenth the time they took then. But, the results are all in front of your eyes.
I would quote Albert Einstein here;
" Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life's coming attractions"
So I say, set your mind free, let it gallop in the open grounds and see what you may find. Think beyond the stereotypes and rule the world. After all it is just about our perceptions, he found a battlefield in the rains. What did you?
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| Without leaps of imagination and dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. -Gloria Steinem |
This was something truly brilliant. I really appreciate the way you have typed this out- its inspiring even!
ReplyDeleteAs I stated in my earlier comment, you should really try writing something out of the blue. As you said, let your imagination gallop. Do publish a short story or an essay of that sort. I would be very much obliged to read it.