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.