“To concieve, to nurture till it blossoms and then shed it off”
The road carved a long path amidst the thick enclave of trees. The trees on either side of the road, formed an almost impenetrable canopy over it. This natural tunnel so formed arched around a lake and cuddled the foot of a hill and disappeared behind it.
It was a tropical full moon winter night. My favorite time of the year. The moon had bathed the town with radiant silver. I had decided to take a stroll down the road that night. I was greeted by a soothing cool breeze and very soon my senses had lost themselves in natures gospel.
I was breathing long and deep as though to sip on nature’s treat. I walked for a while and then sat down on a cemented bench. SPLASH!! something splashed into the erstwhile placid lake. I turned around to see Incognito standing behind me. “Shattered your dream did I?” he questioned rhetorically. “Ok… why was that so necessary O wise one” I mocked, still a bit shaken from the sudden awakening. He looked at me and smiled, “How’s it going?” It took me a while to switch context. “It’s like throwing a stone into the lake, except that this lake does not have any water” I complained, pointing into my head.
“Let it go” said he.
“Let it go!!?” I exclaimed.
“Yes, let it go” he added calmly. I looked at him frustrated and clueless. “You are not saying that I put an end to it, just like that … are you ??” I was anxious.
“Let go of the afterthoughts. Take a moment to look at yourself. Why are you thinking so much? I can almost hear you think”
“That is what I am trying to do but I can’t !! I can’t stop thinking of ways I could be appreciated, make everyone feel that I am there to help!!” i cried. “All I wish is someone could just tell me for once that …I mean … you know what I mean!” . Incognito had crossed his hands behind his back and walked towards the lake. His gaze as I had invariably observed, seemed to look through things and fix at infinity.
“Be like trees in autumn. They shed the very leaves that they have grown after painstaking nourishment and nurturing by the rains. For is it really the tree that nurtures the leaves, or does it just bear them?”