I was standing in my balcony overlooking a small park.It was calm,but not peaceful.There were a few apartments around me and fewer trees.Standing amidst that lively crowd I felt like a stranger encroaching an unfamiliar territory.It was exciting,yet depressing.Exciting because it was raining and the feeling between me and my surroundings was mutual.Depressing because though I am a human,I did not have the same freedom as the trees or the rain drops or even the apartments around me.My heart was raging with as powerful a storm as outside.A bolt of lightening and a flash of knowledge!Yes,it was knowledge which separated all of us:the trees,the rain,the apartments and me.
I looked up at the faling sky and a rain drop fell on my parched tongue...I tasted freedom for the first time and I longed for more.The longer I stood there,the more my need grew.The need to melt away with the rain drops,oblivious of my future,unconcerned about my past and living my present moment as if that was all that life was made of.
I stood there till the time I sneezed back into reality,accepting the honour of knowledge bestowed upon me by the thundering clouds,now beating in tandem with my heart!
I looked up at the faling sky and a rain drop fell on my parched tongue...I tasted freedom for the first time and I longed for more.The longer I stood there,the more my need grew.The need to melt away with the rain drops,oblivious of my future,unconcerned about my past and living my present moment as if that was all that life was made of.
I stood there till the time I sneezed back into reality,accepting the honour of knowledge bestowed upon me by the thundering clouds,now beating in tandem with my heart!
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What you see as symbols of freedom. Do they really exist? Are you sure they are not illusions. They are not hundreds of years of romanticism that makes us see the rain as free even as we infuse it with acid, see the trees as free even as we store our valuables within their dead forms. And what is freedom? Its impossible to define. Does knowledge make us freer or does it bind us within its constraints.
thought I would check out your site, Thinkpad...you have quite a way with words...
"I talked with the waters of the pool
Asked them by what command by what rule
Are thus encaged yet so calm and cool?
The waters remained calm and clear
And through their ripples far and near
Reflected the sun's golden sphere".
Does freedom has symbols? How can freedom be illusion? You are born with it.
Lovely write up thinkpad!
Hey this was great, freedom is something I believe in with a passion. While I can't pass on any words of wisdom as such, I think that when you find the essence of the day - the very fabric of what makes this very day what it is, find what out how your environment influences your emotions and connect with the day, that's when I'm at my happiest, that's when I don't bear the burden of modern society and the constraints associated, that's when you, your person, is free. That's my opinion and is open to criticism.
Think Pad, thanks for dropping by. Yes, your post was wonderfully reminiscent of so many thoughts that go with rain..only, those thoughts stand dangerously thwarted given what we'r experiencing in Bombay right now..far cry from freedom..a slave to nature :)
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