Free Fall

         He always wanted to sky dive but had been fearful of heights. The ground seemed to be so far far away. He closed his eyes and let his body go. Fear shuddered inside his body, but slowly he overcame it. He was free falling! He stretched his arms to imitate a bird. The wind waved his hair, slapped his cheeks and made whistling sound as it whizzed past his ears. Felt like heaven. Smiled returned to his face and he felt his body relax. For a moment he wished he was a bird. How lovely it could have been. There is nothing to hold him down. Not even the weight of his body. He looked towards the horizon. The setting sun seemed to be an orange ball of fire with home returning birds strewn across its face. He too wanted to go back home, to his family, to his girlfriend, to his friends. Is it late too go back? His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, excruciating momentary pain and then he continued to fall. It was different now. Something strange happening to him! He got to control his fall now. He slowly faded away to blackness. Is it already night? Probably it is, he thought. A huge ball of light was racing towards him. He felt nothing now.
         The express train was never late. Today was no exception. At 6:01 P.M. sharp,  it galloped underneath the overhead bridge.

Mellow Memoirs

Once I decided to build a window. A window which help me to look into my past and close it down to forget it. A window which help me to look into the future. So that I could jump out of it and run away to future. Bigger the window, easier and clearer my vision will be. So I started to build a huge wall all around my past. A fortress, so that no shrapnel memories escape and bruise my ever growing thoughts. I kept on building walls. Walls so huge, that one could not see the top from its base. Then one day, when I got tired I realized something. I was so busy building the wall, that I forgot to make a window in it. Walls became so thick that chisel will could not break it. The land of past had hold back my plough. But the will horse was not easily subdued. It hissed. It puffed. And finally made a small hole of hope in the wall. Slowly will chiseled and carved a perfect window. It was so perfect that one could easily fall in love with it and stand beside it for the rest of his life. But beyond the window laid the sultry green meadows and balmy blue skies. One could not help but look through the window. A window amongst the thick black bricks.
I slowly climbed the window sill. The ground below was just a few feet away. I dropped down. Turned back and closed the window. Still there was some light to be seen inside the walled fortress. But I moved on. No, I did not run as I thought I would. Instead I started walking towards the rainbow. The elusive pot full of gold. They say it’s a fairy tale, a myth. True may be, but at least I have some vision. I started walking with my hands in my pocket. A realization I guess. A lesson well learnt.