!!! Dreams Are where the Roots Are !!!

First rays of light blinding her eyes, Oh how she loved the mornings! The feeling of damp sand beneath her toes as it imprints her footprints into it. Admiringly she look back tracing the prints from where she had come; smile lit on her face seeing the beautiful play of the morning waves and the way they make all the prints disappear in a single motion of sheer play. She couldn’t trace her way back on the sand but she did saw a small town far away on the other side whose small houses can be barely visible from the naked eyes. But somehow just looking at that blurry scene can make her remember the scent of the sand of that small town, the warmth spreading the small lanes and no matter how loudly these waves scream at her she can still hear the laughter of kids around the corner of her home as they play on the streets.

The splash of a water came as waves hit the nearest rock, bringing her back to the town it belongs to, the anger was apparent and the whispers from the sea “You are here now”, “you are one of us” as they again move back to disappear in the arms of the sea heading backwards far back where stood a bridge which connected the small town to this big town. She remember taking that journey herself when she was walking through that bridge scared of leaving the warmth and love of her people, confused thinking what the big town has in store for her. The long and tiresome journey was full of hatred, frustration, anger, confusion, fear, sadness but at the same time excitement thinking back she wonder how she remained sane enough to cross the journey even with all these flood of emotions. But she did and so did the others who were walking with her, behind her or way ahead of her.

But the journey wasn’t easy not because there were too many people or because she was still alone but because there were too many tears along the way. The helplessness of people, who need to leave their old town to find a better living in the new town. The tears of mothers as they say goodbye to their sons, the helpless but proud eyes of a father as he wave his hand towards his daughter not knowing when the next meeting would be. There were also people who were coming back to the town to meet their people after long time, remembering their faces makes her heart still ache, the confusion and fear has gone now but so is the innocence of their eyes. They all seemed happy to her but their heart hollow. Nevertheless she took the journey and reached the lighting city whose lights were visible from the roof of her home. That was her first step in the big town and since then she is been running the race of the big town lost somewhere in the crowded skyscrapers.

But as these waves, the passer bys, the morning walker or the joggers crosses her thinking that she is one of them, she stood their giving shape to her ever building dreams. Her dreams lay where her roots are, she denies to strip her old town of her childhood memories and wisdom which gave her the place in the big town in the first place. She looks back at the waves looking at them dancing at the sea shore thinking that they have won her over. But they no nothing of her dreams, her ambition, her roots and her life. Because if they have had known she wouldn’t be standing there where she is today. She smiled at the bewildered expression of the ways, slowly she turned and headed right back where she came from as if walking on her own footprints backwards, which were now nowhere to be seen. But she doesn’t need her footprints, because she knows where she belongs, where her wisdom belongs, where her dreams belongs, and slowly her lips whispers “My dreams are where my roots are”.

Written by - Ritika Patel

!!! Can you say “Sorry” or “Thank You”!!!

Sorry and Thank you…..Two most beautiful words in the world but some how they are the most underused and most feared. Why is it so easy to go on abusing some one who has hurt you to the core but when you are the one delivering the hurtful circumstances You fail to utter a single word of apology. The words with hardly two syllables can take almost 2 centuries before it can drop from your brain to your motor senses but some how it hardly ever reaches to your lips.

Endless night of silence and the numerous days of ignorance seem much easier then looking into the hopeful eyes and saying “I am sorry”. Living with the name tag of being egoistic and arrogant is much more welcomed then just accepting the fact, which you do accept that you are at the fault, which goes on forever and leads you to the dead end. End which is reasoned with the illusion of an escapist calling it as inevitable or over shadowed with the unarguable fact called destiny; conveniently forgetting that a single gesture can bring smiles and break walls and bring happiness and can save relationships from dying.

I don’t understand the fear these word creates. This fear makes the word fear look so meaningless. Not just a simple sorry but even just a simple thank you is so hard to utter. Thanking people in little gestures can actually increase the frequency of those gestures; Thank you is more useful than any expensive gift that can be bought in this world. It can create a moment which could be nurtured through your whole life but somehow people will find it easier to spend countless amount of green papers on materialistic things when the invaluable gift of letting some one know that there presence and gestures are acknowledged and appreciated is present within themselves.

Homo sapiens are the most complex species present on the planet earth. Who said that? A human right! We are the ones who tend to complicate every thing because the moment things start flowing smoothly being the so called “complex species”, we tend to question every thing. Walls of skepticism gets built across every corner and then we look back and say “man life is a struggle”. Of course it is a struggle, struggle of not creating skepticism and struggle for breaking the walls or not creating them in the first place. And the mere acknowledgement that these two words can act as a hammer which can be used to break these walls or they can even erase every skeptical thought makes us run away from them thinking if everything falls into place way too quickly then there would be nothing left to question. So, the more questions you get to ask more satisfied you tend to become from your life… n you keep repeating the mantra “life is difficult” or is it?....think again !!!

Written by - Ritika Patel