The weather had cooled down further, must’ve been around 7 degrees with the wind chill factor. As he walked uphill he saw a small waterfall. The water gushed across the road down the hill. He couldn’t cross it – not by jumping over it. As he stood deliberating ,he saw two little children nonchalantly walking towards him.
‘There’s cold water here…can’t you see? How will you cross ?’ Don pointed.
The children looked at each other and started to laugh. Their laughter echoed in the quiet hills. Only the occasional gust of wind running through the trees disturbed them. Don was puzzled at this behavior. They were not even wearing shoes. They could catch a cold and without medication might even die. Don’s mind raced with a hundred possibilities.
It was obvious that they did not speak the language or understand Don’s sign language. Don felt completely helpless. He stood there watching the two little angels play with the cold water at their feet. They didn’t seem to mind the cold bite. They were not even dressed in warm clothes.
Within seconds the two children had walked across the gushing cold water. Don put his bag pack down and sat on the road. The children were now taller than him.
‘why did you cross cold water like that? Don’t you know of other short cuts or alternative paths? After all you live here, you would know this area better than me.’
The children got a little scared. They were quiet. Don looked into their dream-filled eyes and wondered why were his so dream less? Where did he lose his dreams ? Why did he lose his dreams? The children moved back a little and spoke among themselves in an alien language. Don gestured that he could not understand.
He didn’t understand the children. The children spoke some more and then walked away. Don started to go behind them but stopped. His mind told him that would be going back.
Don opened his shoes and socks, picked up his bag pack and splashed his way across the waterfall.
As the water flowed beneath his feet he felt a sense of joy and happiness. A sense of calmness spread through his body. He closed his eyes and lifted his face and let the waterfall sprinkle a joy on his bruised past.
His hurt soul flowed with the waterfall...
Gyanban Thoughts -
Gyanban Thoughts -As moments pass new past is created every second.If life is a cycle, your past will meet you in the future. The only way to deal with this is by accepting the past gone by...good or bad, hurt or happy.Let it go, let it flow out of you every second.We need to keep this cycle on to travel light...otherwise the journey of life becomes heavy and bogs you down with your past.
Don crosses this hairpin bend fighting the conflict in his mind.He contemplates going back to his past rather than embracing the new hurdle... isn't that what most of us do when we see yet another hurdle ahead of us.? We go back to our past experiences and trigger perceptions in the mind. Sometimes embracing a hurdle with a neutral state of mind is far easier a task than dealing with the demons of a known past.
Tomorrow, we will see what the next hairpin bend has to offer?
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