Thursday, November 15, 2012

..Making Sense..

I love epiphanic moments. Moments that make you shift to another world where things which you did not notice before makes so much sense now, or the things you thought made much value to you are not what they seem like.

Everybody has them. I have it like every week because I keep looking for it.

So then, there I was walking towards the temple from home. Let me tell you the way to go from my house to the main road is a mud road, with lush green on either side. Cows have been keeping company for the past week in that road. I'm here for only about a month so things still haven't settled much in my mind of how I got here. Anyway, while you are walking and there's no music in your ears, (and if you are a woman........) there would be tons of things running in your mind. This day though, my mind was filled with memories of my schooling. I couldn't quite put my finger on why these pictures of my school days kept flashing in my mind.

Reached I to the Temple, peace and 15 minutes later I'm back on that road,

Mud road.

No cows now, thank God.

And I felt it again, like breeze. You know that, memories are not only pictures and sounds? They compose of feelings too. Feelings are the value of memories. I felt my memories of running around in the school playground feeling so weightless. Weightless in the measure of emotions and ego. Living each day to the minute that I dint have time to think of any future or any past. I could hear the sounds of nature so clearly the moment I shifted back to my childhood form internally. Everything looked and sounded new, from the butterflies to the rustling of trees. I could do all this since I dint have to pretend to be a grown up in that lonely road.

I realised that things seem afresh, since as a kid you do not know many things that your mind keeps alert to ask questions. Hearing the rustle of trees, I remembered something. The first time I heard it so distinctly was when I was trekking with my Dad. He immediately told me that there has to be a stream somewhere close  by, and that the sound is similar to a good breeze passing in between trees. Back home and few days later, I come running to my Dad saying, "There has to be a stream somewhere close by, I can hear it." Ofcourse, it wasn't, it was only the rustle of trees. So this concept of newness and looking at things differently made my day a bit more special.

That beautiful 15 minute walk home gave me a beautiful day. And a beautiful memory. Hope you too feel the newness of each day and have a beautiful day ahead!