Amongst the chaos all around me , there are so many
stories travelling around me .
Locked up in my emotions, enstrangled all the way
My hand reaches out for support at the window pane.
Yes, the most common , un noticed thing around us, ‘The window pane’
Can you imagine it telling you stories?
Staring outside the window of the metro, i felt he enthusiasm of a child, one who loved seeing the trees running alongwit the train.
That moment, when you want to feel what you felt as a child and in your head you’re working hard to make through life and your eyes get caught at the window pane.
I try and put ny hand at the mark of the childs palm, but my hands fail to replace it.
The mark get there, I can see it but the moment it overlaps the child soft mark, the sudden realisation of growing up takes a toll on me.
Instead of looking at the trees around me, I wonder
whether this child was crying in his mother’s arm
or laughing and enjoying the world outside.
or rather just sleeping on his father’s shoulders and feeling the sense of security and peace.
All of my thoughts began and ended with a maybe,“unsure and uncertain “.
The only thjng that is certain in this world is that there is uncertainty.
All I could be cerrtain about was my uncertainly about this child story.
However, it was still travelling with my story which in itself is uncertain.
I took a deep breath , close my eyes for a moment and then the next moment my destination had arrived. Uncertain stories around us alongwith our own uncertainty.
Walking down the stairs, I felt a certain numbness along the way, asking myself whether everything
is uncertain ?
But then I knew the mark I left on the window pane was a reflection of my certainty.
A reflection of my existence and being.
Well, growing up is all about those uncertain adventures that we encounter that in an uncertain manner lead us to our certainty.
“Let your story travel in an uncertain manners”