Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Images

How does a girl come to your life?

By images.

I mean, the images of one girl slowly fading away and the images of another girl slowly coming into focus.

Images of a stolen glance. That whiff of the hair suddenly coming to you in flashes of images. That image of the pout (is that pout means for you—I mean, that cute pout?) coming alive to you.

But where are you when you are being lulled into love by those magic images?

May be, you are lolling in your bed, slowly departing from the realm of sleep. It’s morning—the air is fresh and the birds are singing. And those images contrive to snatch you into their own world.

Thus, most of the time, you start your morning by divinely muttering to yourself—‘Oh! This is a beautiful morning’.

But where are those fading images departing to? They are not merely leaving you behind but put you firmly planted in your feet in the immediacy of the present. They safely bundle you off to this new port of life, giving you the courage to embark on the forward journey—towards a newer port.

Without those fading images you are rudderless—disabling you to find the direction of the new port of life.

Ah! Those fading images.

No comments: