It strengthens the love between a wife and a husband. It is
the moment when a living symbol of the marriage becomes a part of the billions
of people on this Erath. It is the time when the couple start looking forward
for new experiences on one hand and fear managing things the correct way on the
other hand. The birth of a child is one event that sparks off celebrations
which none other event in life can. Utmost care is taken in every aspect
related to the child. The baby is showered with love. The best of products on
the world are used. Signs of ill health send ripples of anxiety all over the
house. The baby is looked after like a delicate piece of glass.
The entire kingdom was grief stricken. The beloved king had
been ill for many days. The people who came to the durbar had to be contented
talking to him through web conferencing assisted by Birbal who bought
technological advancements in the kingdom.
Everything was moving on smoothly. The day began at exactly
six in the morning and ended at ten in the night. The roads led to nowhere but
college and home. The bikes racing at full speed on the roads and the laughter
of groups of young girls on the roads walking past me filled to garner my
attention. The goal was clear - to become a doctor and be of help to those
millions of pole who die of diseases, unable to afford treatment, among whom I grew
up and one among whom I might become. Little steps in the direction of my goal
were successful. The first step made me a topper in my class ten examinations
and the second step gave me admission in a prestigious medical university. But
the third and the remaining steps would no longer be as smooth as the initial steps
and may not necessarily lead me to the goal along the path I thought that they
would. The platinum moments of my life and love are yet to begin.
The first rays of the sun which struck the earth marked the
beginning of a new day. Every mortal indulged in the tasks which ensured that
the day ends on a successful note. And so did every not so mortal creation like
the trees and plants. And those which matters to us are the flowers in one
corner of the kingdom, each one of them as beautiful as the others, waiting to
be plucked by the royal princess and be given a place on her head right beside
The people in our neighbourhood considered our family to be
the most prosperous one given the number of mangoes our trees produced every year.
While others had to knock every door asking if they would barter goods, our
case was completely different. All that we used to do when we were in need of
food grains or pulses was to whisper slowly in the ears of one our neighbours
that we are ready to barter mangoes for the required item. Those who produced
that item and required mangoes (in fact, there was none who didn't require mangoes)
would gather as a crowd in front of our house and make their offer. We would
choose the lucky one based on their offer and on how well they addressed us. The
winning bidder’s house would then be a location for party that night.
The stage is all set. The characters enter in a line, one
behind the other, in small strides ensuring a rhythmic pattern in their walk. They
differ drastically from one another lacking even the simplest of resemblances
yet they all are connected. Remove one of them and the stage shakes. The sound
of footsteps resonates through the silence of the hall. It managed to get
registered even in those men and women who consider all sounds to be noises
lacking musical qualities.
The eyes need not always assist you in distinguishing
between black and white. The ears need not tell you that those waves striking
your ear drums are not that of music but of noise. Sweetness or bitterness does
not matter- as long as your hunger sets satisfied. A bite from the mosquito
need not be intimated to your brain - all that you lose in the absence of the
sense of touch is a few drops of blood. But if the nose refuses to smell -
wouldn't it be a catastrophe?
The land accommodated me since ages. It was but the natural
choice for me to enter and deal with the proceedings of the day. There wasn’t
anything exciting in it but still it was my favourite; the reason being the
absence of anything that can depress me beyond recovery. Even if it does so,
the land refreshes me the next day and makes me choose it over others. Men enter
and leave. But the land remains the same partly due to the fact that a majority
those present on the land are most of the times the ones who make sure that the
land doesn’t become a symbol of depression.
The sun looked like a blazing ball of fire. The sand beneath
the feet was heated enough to fill the air with a strong aroma of heat and
weariness. The water from the oases evaporated and tickled the taste buds. Two
contrasting sensory stimulations - the water and the dry sand - is something
which only nature can design. There was a long way to go but the thought of the
goal being too far made hope stay silent.
No matter how smart the human race becomes, the world still
contains things that it cannot see. On a calm sea, all that is visible is a
fraction of the iceberg. A greater and an even more interesting part hides below
the water. The moon that brings with it a pleasant night is but one half of its
full - the other half rests in peace. The men and women that we see around are
also a fraction of the total self. The invisible immortal feelings of love and friendship
in the heart constitute a greater part. They keep hiding, waiting for the right
person to discover them.