Eyes yearn to see the things already seen but which can now only be conceived of in dreams. Ears are desperate to hear the voices already heard but which can now only echo inside the body. Heart longs for the iridescent past which now looks upon by the present with great reverence. The waves of time have swept away precious moments of life which now will settle down in the ocean of history only to be leavened by those who cares to dive into this ocean. Wonder whether every journey culminates in such yearning or there is an exception?
It seems that we were just enrolled yesterday and went through the rigmarole of the admission processes. In life as the first of everything we do remains indelible in our memory no matter how far this struggle for our survival carries us, so was the first day of this memorable journey. The newly enrolled were nervously excited and vaunting of their achievements as the sea vaunts of its infinitude. Their eyes were revealing to them what they had woven during their years of preparation for this journey or in other words, they were living their dreams. Such moments of life can be best described by the feelings of the rivers when they reach the sea their soul desire, by the flowers when kissed by the early morning dew and by the scorched earth when the first fall of the rain reach it. The clouds of felicity which hovered over began to scud unobtrusively and the time carried them to the brink of the first year. At the end of this year, the eyes became the haven for the new dreams and lives found solace in the new bonds of friendship.
Envisage the yellow Mustard waving in the fields of spring, the passionately blowing winds of the summer and the nocturnal moon, I hope these are suffice to perceive the fellow travelers in the second and third years of this journey. Their spirits soared like the kites in the sky and the hope, which had taken birth the previous year, was now ecstatic about its newly gained wings. The heart wants to live through these two years again but the mind says the time is like the river which doesn’t retreat its path.
Ordained by time the final year arrived and its advent can be felt by the heart which was earlier in a state of beatitude but now felt a deep ambivalence about this journey. People were trying to confine the last glimpses of their friends in the diaries so that they don’t lose them in this whirligig of life. Souvenirs were presented to the friends so that they can be remembered long after this journey. Finally the ship arrived at the destination and its travelers were decreed by the time to part, with tears in their eyes and with a hope that they shall meet again. Only the memories of this wonderful journey would remain with us, and as life traversed a new path, they would eventually fade away as imperceptibly as the stars in the universe.
