Oh! What a great morning it was! It was as if she was experiencing this sort of morning for the first time in her life. The world outside her room was not that she used to have a peek from her uncurtained window. It was new. Ever fresh. It was all inviting. She thanked Nature from within the core of her heart. She wished she could ever remain in that state only!
She knew she was joking to herself. Everything is lying on a plane of changes. Nothing can remain stagnant. But she couldn’t resist herself to see and feel a delightful morning again. it might be soon, on the next day…
She spends hours with her lemon tea and snacks right beside the window, looking outside.
There is a small orchard of mango trees. Only one tree is laden with mangoes, although it has yet to ripen. A child appears daily in the morning and tries to hit on mangoes. He looks on his duty for hours. Throwing stones, missing, aiming and succeeding, and finally goes for some collection. The same action he puts up daily. He does almost the same job daily without any significant change.
She knew a colleague who was in the army. He was so ardent to hold a specific post and show his ability. He would always talk about it. The simple thing was that it had become a desire, an aim of his life. Unfortunately, he didn’t get the desired post, but he was promoted to hold a higher rank. For some reason, he again ranked higher and his dream vanished in the dark. He stopped talking about this as he realized there was no chance of getting into his dream. Years passed and one day he was offered his dream post, and it was absolutely unbelievable. Because he had forgotten about his dream since he was too at high rank to hold that post indeed, but, in an amazing circumstance, the government had changed the policy and found it suitable to have this post, a senior official like him. Now he has what once he used to dream of. But then… again… there were many illusions about what our life sometimes pours onto our plates. The situation was then so tough, that almost crisis had prevailed all around and in no way, it was a pleasant post he used to dream of. Life seemed cracking a joke with him. He wished for some toffee and it was given when he was too mature. It was given when his taste of toffee had gone away. What a joke! It looks like a see-saw game between a person’s wishes and the time and place they are given.
Why? It’s absolutely to be reviewed on another plane. But one thing is common in all that a thing or event or man’s wishes going to take birth anew.
Does this belong to the issue of birth and rebirth?
Yes. We take birth again and again. Our wishes draw us on the same given floor again and again. Sometimes a given time and space also attract us. Who knows!
