The Tides of Time

The old tree and the murky sky
Looked at me and asked the question
Who are you?
Not the name. Everyone knows the name.
Who are you underneath.
Do you know? They asked.

What makes you think I am answerable to you?
What gives you power over me?
The tree. You are old and weak.
You have no time left here.
The sky. It’s approaching twilight.
You will soon disappear into darkness.
Why should I listen to you?

I might be gone, but my seeds will remain.
I will leave behind more than I ever had in this life form, the tree said.
I looked at the sky. The emotionless canvas stretching towards infinity.
The darkness might consume me but I will still fight.
And rise from within it, like a phoenix, the sky chuckled at my contempt.

It was approaching twilight.
The tree already looked dead. The sky sad.
I was angry. My thoughts were not clear.
I could not stand it any more. I reached for the blinds.
One last glimpse out of the window before I shut the view.

There was a lot of movement outside.
Birds were making their way home.
No one would surely want you as their home, I laughed at the tree.
The tree did not respond. It was dead by now.
The only thing I could hear was incessant squawking.
A pandemonium of parrots rushed by, interrupting my moment of victory.
I looked on as they made their way into the holes in that tree.
The tree, which I thought was dead, looked at me and smiled.
Who are you, it asked one last time before falling into darkness.

Do you like when it sparkles, asked the sky.
I looked at the stars as they shone in my eyes.
The sky was looking spectacular.
Darkness did not consume it. Neither did it try to fight darkness.
It accepted the night the way it is and turned it into something beautiful.
My ego could not stand it any longer. I finally pulled the blinds.

The tree was not dead. The sky was not sad.
They were in a state of calm.
A state of calm I always strive to achieve.
Why do they talk to me?
How are they so composed while I am so angry?
What gives them the power to make good of such adversities?

The answers would come, I thought.
But only if I know the right questions to ask.
I could see it now. The reason for my anger. The cause behind my discontent.
It was not the sky. It was not the tree.
It was me asking that question to myself.
Who are you?

My Little Friend

I had just come back from the hospital. 12 stitches on my right arm demanding for some attention. Doctor had advised me rest for at least a week, but that was the last thing on my mind. My eyes were searching for Caesar, but he was nowhere to be seen. I was not used to such a silent welcome at home. Normally Caesar would have been all over me as soon as I entered the house. But it was not to be this time around, and I perfectly understood the reason behind it.

It was all my fault. I shouldn’t have loosened the grip. I shouldn’t have run after him when he got away. He might have come back instead of running around. What appeared as a game to him didn’t end well for us. I ran with all my energy when I heard the screeching of tyres and a painful howl. I reached for Caesar with trembling hands. He was alive, but his back was severely injured.

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Jeep & Bourbon, Part 25 #CelebrateBlogging

Chapter 25 – Surfing through troubled times

Team Name: The Scribe Tribe

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“How did it get so late so soon?”

It is a rhetorical question the purport of which Jenny understands fully well and doesn’t attempt to answer.

Our marriage had taken a nose dive so Shekhar and I thought a sea-side holiday would bring some change but it took us nowhere. In my selfish attempt to pull my own life up I hurtled notches lower on the rungs of humanity. Within a span of a fortnight both the people, the only people whom I can call my own, almost lost their life. All because of that one choice I made on that ill-fated night.

We are still standing but the bonds seem to have broken. “Irreparably so?” Now this is a question I desperately need an answer to.

In the blink of an eyelid, everything has changed and become much worse than what I’d feared it would be. I just don’t want anybody to come to me and say that it is too late for me to set things right. That is just unimaginable!

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Jeep and Bourbon, Part 13 #CelebrateBlogging

 

Chapter 13 – The Plot

Team Name: The Scribe Tribe

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“Pack your bags buddy. You are coming to Kochi”

“Yeah, right”, said Cyrus and hung up the phone.

Wake Up Wake Up it’s a brand new day. It’s time to wake up and sing. Put the crown on your head. Live your life.

“I swear Jeremy, if you don’t stop bugging me right now, I will get into the phone and put an end to your misery”.

“Stop being such a cry baby and get up. You owe me this”

The image of Jeremy Lawrence’s face flitted across Cyrus’ mind. He recalled those numerous incidents when Jeremy had come to his aid when there was no one to bank on. He did owe him one. But why now? Why after so many months? Why would Jeremy ask him to come down, even after perfectly knowing the fact that there has always been only one outcome to their meeting – Trouble.

Wake Up Wake Up it’s a brand new day. It’s time …. “Damn you Jeremy!! I am going to come straight away to Kochi and run your Jeep over your sorry ass.”

“Hold on Cowboy. Spare yourself the trouble. I have mailed you the tickets. And please hurry up. You have to catch a flight and then a train. You have got an hour”

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Jeep and Bourbon, Part 5 #CelebrateBlogging

 

Chapter 5 – The Road Not Taken 

Team Name: The Scribe Tribe

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The  sulking moon was hiding amidst the clouds. A distant cry from a dog was the only thing that interfered with the otherwise eerie silence that had taken over the place. While the stars continued  their playful act as if nothing had happened, Shekhar’s world had completely collapsed. He kept staring at the drama in the sky, trying to match it with the chaos in his life.

“You okay, bro?” Cyrus said while he gulped down another pint.

Shekhar was brought back to reality by Cyrus’ voice. He had completely forgotten that he was not alone .

“Apart from the fact that I am completely broke with no source of income, my wife is seeing someone else and I am doomed to spend the rest of my life in agony, yeah, I am fine!”.

There are few things which guys don’t usually talk about. There are moments when nothing said or done can make things better . This moment was one of those. It seemed prudent to Cyrus to shut up at that point. He reached out to a pouch in his pocket and spread out all its ingredients on the bonnet of the jeep.

“What is that?” This was more of a rhetorical question in alarm.

“Something that will cheer me up. You are welcome to join if you wish to.”

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