The Path Unfolds

It's difficult to grasp how at times we are mere puppets at the hand of some higher power, be it devil or god himself. We always keep planning without fully grasping that those plans can't always be executed or lived on. Our dreams are in a constant metamorphosis phase, depending on which direction our circumstances, fate or destiny propelled us the last time.

It's amazing to analyse the transitions, the changes our dreams and aspirations go through. The change starts to happen even when we are kids. It starts as "I want to be a teacher", "I want to be a doctor", "I want to be a police officer" etc.. However, as we keep growing our childhood dreams begin to get altered. I can't place a specific time or situation when this change may come about.

I would believe it is because we are constantly trying to figure ourself out while also trying to decipher the world around us. However

Wednesday, July 8th, 1992

There are times in one's life when one feels even if I tried my hardest I couldn't be better off than this. I am not taking about money my friends. I am talking about that emotional place that is nothing short of Ecstasy.

For me such a time was when my sister was born. I was a kid myself back then however it is a day I will never forget. It began as an ordinary school day however turned into one of the biggest celebrations that we have had till date in family. Just as the bell rung a final time that day and we ran towards the school buses we saw driver bhaiya. He'd come to take us to the Hospital where our mother was admitted. I and my brother sharing the normal bond that siblings do started arguing whether we would be blessed by a brother or sister.

And the silly logical reasons that we came up with for our respective choices amaze me till date. My reasons for wanting a sister was that she could wear all my clothes, follow me everywhere. My brother's reasons for wanting a brother were someone to play games with. I was indifferent to having a brother I guess however my brother didn't want a sister coz she would follow him everywhere.

When we reached the hospital we were told that we now had a sister and my brother cried. He was given myriad logics and explanations by elders around why it was good to have a sister compared to a brother. He was thus placated and we were ushered in to the hospital room to see God's little miracle. And by God miracle it was.

Just a look at our tiny little sister and all our qualms, apprehensions about another sibling were history. It was while looking at her, seeing her sleep, nervously look around and ask permission to touch her cheek, to lift her tiny little fist, to lift her in our arms, to ooh aah at her tiny fingernails that we both realised that this is what being ecstatic means. There can be no feeling better than this.

However, the joy and happiness I experienced that day is nothing compared to what I have experienced since seeing my sweetheart grow up. And the journey continues.....