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A morning's incident

An incident from one of the fresh mornings I thought might be good to share…

Early mornings are the best, the sun rising, a giant fire ball shining bright orange, masking the day’s monstrous heat… I love to see the serenity of the morning, blur into the monotony of the day’s rush… I love to catch the early dawn to see it in its simplicity, transforming itself into another charade… we being the pawns of the life’s chess play…

So that morning, since I was down in the dumps due to some reason, I went upstairs to watch the sun rising, with a thousand thoughts and a few zillion emotions running through me..

I have seen this old couple walking past in the morning. I know them. Grand-pa stays next to my friends place, and he plays along with his grand-child and my friend’s sister (who, I think is 6yrs old)… every evening… I guess the couple goes for a morning walk. While returning, I have seen these people stopping near a shop to take milk and eggs… While grand pa was holding the packet of milk, granny was holding a pack of eggs in a cover. While walking the distance, grand pa was trying to get hold of the packet from her. And granny was not seizing the pack to him… Finally he managed to get a hold on the packet, and put an arm round her shoulder… She shied away from him, with a tender smile on her face, and held his hand, and they both walked away together.

Somehow that incident lifted my spirits, a simple and a cozy incident filled with love… What is she? At least 50-55, and he may be 55-60… still has the coyness in him, to actually take his wife into his arms on a road??? And that lady turns 16 again!!! Still feels the freshness of the youth in her…

It’s amazing how a spark of love binds complete strangers, and drags them through the life’s treacherous paths. Hearts have a telegraph of their own, whose messages are as sure and swift as those sent over material lines which link continent to continent and shore with shore.

Somehow this incident refreshed me that day… made me come out of the emptiness I was feeling, and it refreshes me today as well...

Comments

adarkmarshbench said…
Blame it on the boring class. I took up to reading your earlier posts if I have missed out on anything.

Wow. This is a sweet incident to remember and probably I could see a lot of change in the way you write and recollect incidents.

I enjoyed reading your post. Back to school and its crazy. :SIGH: Vacation was sooo good!!
August 24, 2009
Mahita said…
@Chandu
Thank you. I hope I changed for better :). Glad that you liked it...

Give it a day and I think you would be back to form with ur academics... :)
GOod luck with ur sem... :)
August 25, 2009
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