I was walking on the sand. At a moment, I decided to look behind, my not so usual self. I tried to see my footprints on the sand as far back as I can see. I tried to find that day when I started measuring the footprints. A long boring sets of footprints vanishes somewhere in the haze of past. Almost a decade of footprints! We, human beings, love the word ‘if’. “If only.. If only I could change.. If only I could turn back time…” and so on. A point of repenting, excuse and ponder. But, whatever is gone, is forever gone. Time waits for no one. Each letter that I am typing now is history in moments. One day, all these moments in life, will flash back before our eyes. I am not sure whether it will be worth watching. But there will be clips, inevitably, which we would like to change. Yes, sometimes we waste so much time with this word “if”.
So, if I trace back my footprints to the day, it feels like a distant hazy dream. My ever cloudy mind tries to find the details. Sometimes I amaze myself. And probably I did that day. I realized it a lot later. I was cold, emotionless and thoughtless empty soul, working mechanically to face what was in front of him. A bitter soul on what he has lost and what he could have done. And an empty soul, ready to be filled with what is next. There was no time to even repent.
Standing in front of what seemed a draconic desert, there was no clue on the sand as to where was the right direction. Every direction seemed right, or was it wrong? All I knew I had to start walking. There was no sun. There was no moon. Neither there was any stars. Just a hazy halo light uniformly enveloping the sky and the earth. I started walking towards what it seemed an anomaly in this hazy halo uniform. Feet dug deep in loose and listless sand. As if stopping me from taking the next step. Tried to make castles of loose sand. Only to see it vanishing out of my palms. There was nothing on the sand but my foot prints pulling me back to the day. Deeds cannot be undone. I kept walking with an inkling thought of the “if”.
So, if I trace back my footprints to the day, it feels like a distant hazy dream. My ever cloudy mind tries to find the details. Sometimes I amaze myself. And probably I did that day. I realized it a lot later. I was cold, emotionless and thoughtless empty soul, working mechanically to face what was in front of him. A bitter soul on what he has lost and what he could have done. And an empty soul, ready to be filled with what is next. There was no time to even repent.
Standing in front of what seemed a draconic desert, there was no clue on the sand as to where was the right direction. Every direction seemed right, or was it wrong? All I knew I had to start walking. There was no sun. There was no moon. Neither there was any stars. Just a hazy halo light uniformly enveloping the sky and the earth. I started walking towards what it seemed an anomaly in this hazy halo uniform. Feet dug deep in loose and listless sand. As if stopping me from taking the next step. Tried to make castles of loose sand. Only to see it vanishing out of my palms. There was nothing on the sand but my foot prints pulling me back to the day. Deeds cannot be undone. I kept walking with an inkling thought of the “if”.
