MIST

                        MIST

                                                                     With just few moments left for appearing the paper and refusing to store any information about the same, I and my mind made a pact. We decided to move out for a small walk, in the street under the lights, with stray dogs as our only companions. It was 4:30 am in the morning then. Little did I notice that it’s not only the answer sheets that announce the semester to be autumn, but actually the winter has silently announced its arrival. With just a t-shirt and tracks on, as I walked down the stairs, I shivered. Strangely, I was perplexed whether it was because of the cold or for the awkward silence trough the darkness.

 

                                              

                                                               But I moved out of the hostel in the street. Fog was already blocking our way. September end brought with it the demon of winter, the mist. Not only the weather was chill, hardly anything could be seen after a certain distance. I could listen to the dogs howling, but I just assumed that they will not be very close to us. Other hostels looked haunted, with only few hostel lights switched on in the corridor, and the fog surrounding them, giving them a ghostly look. It even formed dense patterns around the trees, and as the breeze blew, the movements of leaves felt like they were creatures from dead. The street light pole stood still, the dense fog encircling it like a serpent, but the light coming out of the light bulb seemed hazy. The scenery pictured confusion.

                                                                       

                                                             But then I thought, isn't this what we have been struggling with all our lives? Just because we cannot visualize our final destination, we back up. The obstacles may sound scary, but it’s our confidence they try to break. Our supporters may get hazy, but we should trust that their presence will always be there.  And most important of all, the winter comforts you, makes you stay inside your blanket, and makes you lazy and ignorant. You fail to realize that the great start only needs you to get down your bed and walk towards it.

                          All of a sudden, there was warmth felt. Early in the morning, I learnt that all this time it was me who had delayed my walk to my aim. A winter morning made me realize that mistake was not around me but within me, and it can be corrected by none other than me.

                                              And then out of nowhere the line passed through my mind:

“If winter has come, can spring be far behind”.

                                            Ok then, I will take leave for now.

 

                                                                                       

                                                                                        -CHINMOY DEY (DAICHI)

                                                                                                   27^TH SEP. 2012