It is not always welcome when the dark clouds cover the bright shining sun. The streak of sunlight after a downpour brings back the cheer; brings back the smile. But then, there’s no escaping either the clouds or the rain or the streak of light that shines later on…
A certain day in the not-so-behind past had gloom lurking over me; and work kept my mind out of it to a fair extent. However, work cannot continue forever…and when it was wrapped up for the day, the mind chose to take advantage of the situation and wandered into otherwise forbidden territories. The eyes chose to look continually at the lone lamp post that lit the silent night; the ears painstakingly trying to hear the sound of silence that loomed over the beloved talk. It is rightly claimed that the best way to relieve a tired mind is to drift into the warmth of sleep; and so was it.
The gentle morning rays of the Sun and the sweet sound that the ears always yearn to hear had me waking up on a better note. All that I could recall was looking endlessly at the stars strewn above; staring endlessly as they seemed to smile down upon me. A weekday brings with it the rush, the hurry, the self inflicted race and takes away from us certain small, yet non-trivial things. The weather too seemed to have mellowed down on its wrath and was issuing forth a pleasant and warm embrace; the kinds that’s perfect for a stroll…pity it was a weekday, when strolls are a comfort for a fortunate few. At that moment, there were other tasks that topped the priority list – a class that had begun three minutes ago, and to which I’d be fifteen minutes late if not for…oh wait! There was that music that filled hope – that familiar purr of the engine, which was turning around the corner that I had just left behind me. Refusing to get into the despair territory yet again, the decision to sprint for the almost impossible was taken in a matter of a split second. Halfway through the sprint there was a pause – had I stopped? No, it was the purr of the engine that had paused and I had a Jolly Good Man motioning me to get on the “Campus Rush”. Taken aback though I was, it was a warm feeling – being greeted by a cheery voice wishing me the best of the mornings. An almost breathless bout of Thank you’s followed.
What happened thereafter is quite predictable. It was just a matter of two minutes that I was in the class, a feel-good factor at its brim within me. A big Thank you to the Jolly Good Man; I shall never forget either his cheerful voice that greeted me or his broad warm smile that made so much sense of a proverb taught years ago – Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining. He was that angel that was sent to bring back the goodness, to help me find the path that led to the streak of optimism I had missed by chance!
