Its sometimes really beautiful to be dependent on some things. Life is so busy at times rather most of the times that we don’t get a time to ponder upon the small things that brings in the joy of living. It can be the best ice cream parlor of the city, at your favorite place on your chosen corner, a huge scope with your relished flavor but still that chuski kala-khatta dipping from the small dune of ice dropping on your lips, sometimes on your shirt, and sharing it with your best friend while roaming around the market, not necessarily to buy something but simply to be with him/her smiling giggling commenting on things and people around, and somewhere to be the you that life snatches or rather masquerades at times but when it comes it fills in a smile that’s true when you live with just the you, you are and not that you have to be.
A sudden rain especially when it is much awaited and you just walk in alone on an empty road initially smelling the delightful fragrance of the bathing earth and then, just to walk with you self on the wet road watching the trees, not exactly the trees but the brown trunk and the peeping green from where ever possible, and then slowly the shivering wind makes you shake with its beat but… the jerk that’s a result of your internal balance lets u add a small bit of your joy to the rhythm of the mighty trees, bending, shaking and dancing creating that symphony, compelling your shirt and your hair to, too be a part of it. And your blowing shirt gives you the feel of a parachute that’s no ways floating on air but in your soul letting you imagine it that wide and large and the smile it leaves behind is just priceless that even a real parachute could not give you one not because its would be too risky but because you heart for that moment is just satisfied with that smile, that joy of life.
Every stage in life is a struggle a journey where there are loads of obstacles scattered, and as it is said to test you, to make you strong to let you know how a life can turn at any moment, but the twist and turns need not be learnt just through problems or may be missed in the problems. Do we ever bother to thank god for the smile that we have, we just close our eyes before the exam result, before an interview sometimes we do close it again after things are in our favor, but how many times we light a candle without an aim to let him see the reason behind it, how many times we feel the mystic magical power of a power existing and not just appreciate it out of a fear that is instilled in us right from the childhood, how many times have you visited a dargah just because the aroma calls you and not because you have a cause, how many times did you manage a smile when your shoe was stolen from a temple not because a handsome guy or a beautiful girl is watching you barefooted, but because your saved from a bigger loss yes it could have been a bigger one but have we ever pondered how big it could have been, we don’t alright I didn’t…. ever but a joy is there in loss, and we never see that I have always failed to see it and missed that joy in my flowing tears, in my regret in my loss. But sometimes the tears are a joy when you don’t cry for a reason when you don’t cry for some ones condolence but just for yourself because its for you and the way you are and the way you want to be. Tears are not to let your emotion flow but to spring in the shine from your soul after the storm, they may be your weakness to the world but you know they are your joy of living painting your soul with a smile using the water of your eyes and you suddenly realize when was the last time you actually painted so what if was simply your favorite colors scattered or your venting aggression that colored you soul and left that smile , you sang irrespective if it irked anyone but for yourself you screamed your voice , danced because you felt you can and not because it’s a D.J where’s no ones watching you, and smiled at nothing absolutely nothing just because you had no reason or if the reason was that someone who came himself/herself irrespective of your desperate desire to dream about that someone, or is that simply because you saw a butterfly a common one may be but it was so long since you last saw one that it seemed to be a new one, or is it because you recognized that it’s a cuckoo singing and your surprised it’s a regular sound but you heard that today.
Its funny sometimes isn’t it but how small are the joys of living…flying the kite rather with the kite free absolutely free irrespective of the tied string and sometimes leaving the string simply to be you its, sometimes hidden in frooti, in maggi, in paper boats, in jumps, in mumma’s lap in dad’s hug in grandma’s blessing in everything that is there but we fail to see or accept because somewhere we define our joys of living on a different parameters. Neither they are incorrect nor they are unrealistic equally essential and important but somewhere in between the busy schedule we need to appreciate the joys of living, we are awake all night to meet the deadline but sometimes we can just talk to the moon and find back the lost constellations in the sky, wake up early to see the sun change its shade, smile at a climber who found its way, acknowledge the sparrow’s effort in making a nest in your house, take up that smile passed by that unknown who you helped to cross the street, tell you dear ones that you love them take them out to a beech to be together even when you see the setting sun and feel the sea pass through your fingers like the sand of time that will slip without letting you know its over giving you no chance to even regret if you don’t appreciate the joys of living.
Colorless Butterfly 