An urge to break all fetters, scale new heights, to stand out in a crowd – is that a primordial instinct guiding both man and animal? Rejecting the comfort and security of a home and herd, the avian soars free, rubbing shoulders with the towering deodars and cottony clouds, scripting a new story of courage and reconnaissance.
Distance breeds fondness – this feathered duo epitomises this adage as they settle down for the evening on separate perches. The tree, a sharp silhouette against the gloaming, is a story carved nonpareil in perpetuity in this eternal romance between darkness and light.
While we, humans, agonise over life and death, plants uphold the abiding nexus between ageing and beauty, between life and growth. Their roots plumb the depths of the soil while the branches touch the face of the sky – a canvas of contrasts and precious life lessons.
A symphony of tip-tap and pitter-patter followed by a see-saw between the art of holding on and letting go – can anything be more wondrous than this joy of anticipation, and the beauty of impending detachment?
Standing at the threshold, I hear echoes and whispers of the lands beyond. The symmetrical arches above lure me with visions of hope and eternal peace. I succumb. I cross the river of my present chaos to reach the promised Utopia, one bridge at a time.
A chance conversation with the undulating slopes taught me about life’s ups and downs, while the unending vistas of deodar crafted a green filigree on the mottled skies. With my feet shackled to terra firma, my gypsy mind escaped to where the clouds were having a tete-a-tete with the mists.
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