Today, when I came out in my balcony saw
some dense fog blanketing all over the place. The slow wind was blowing, reminding
the most of the winters that I spent in this place. The balcony witnessed so
many changing moments of the life of mine, be it times from smoking a puff of
cigarette to meditating in the midst of whole noise around here. I always
believe that time is not real, it is as imaginary and superficial as the flame
of the candle, it is there, but it is not there. For everybody including me
time is different and run with a different pace. Its behavior is better
observed when sit on railway platform and see some people struggling to get
into the train and some already got into it or can better be observed when
stand beside the highway and see different vehicles moving with different speed
with the convenience of the people sitting in those, some are fast, some are
slow.
Every time I go into my balcony the tree
in front of my house makes me stop for a while, gives a gentle and warm
welcome, saying “here are you again”. I and this tree started some of the
journey together. When I came here the tree was very small and was making an
effort to grow, survived all harsh weathers and seen the most heated gloomy sun
lights. Five years after tree has grown, its branches are slightly away from my
balcony and I am very sure sooner or later it is going to touch the iron pipe
on which I lit the candle in diwali. This summer the tree has shown some
unusual behavior. Like every summer, this summer it did not drop its leaves. I
was quite surprised, but at the same time I was happy, because this summer I
wanted that it should protect my balcony visible from the market just in front
of it. Sometimes nature behaves quite strange and gives surprises that we all
deserve.
This morning, when I saw that tree, I
found that tree has stared shedding its leaves. Almost thirty to forty percent
of leaves have already been shed, gave me an indication that now people or a
person can stand in market and see my balcony. But no worries at all, even if
somebody will intentionally try to find me in my balcony or try to remember the
peanuts moments, I’ll not be here accompany for those moments. With each and
every falling leaves my time to leave this place is coming closer. By the time
all the leaves will be gone from the trees, from the market you’ll find an
empty balcony or somebody else residing here. After more than five years, the time
has come to say; “Goodbye Gurgaon”.
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