Have you ever paused to gaze at the setting sun? I haven’t in a long time. Jostling against time bound commitments and deadlines, I have forgotten somehow, to live. Kith and kin have been mere props on the stage upon which the drama of my life has been unfolding. Little did I know, when I set out on my journey, long ago, that they would be the ones who I would need the most.
Moments from ages gone by, have melted into memories and linger in the corridors of time. Nascent, as the morning sun, they cast a shimmer across the expanse of my mind. Ornamental are the words that I speak today, for memories need no words. Perhaps, I should just let the silence be. Raindrops scattered upon the window pane mingle with my teardrops . Silently, I let them flow. Time has its own story to tell. Untouched by the travails that have wrought my world, it moves on. Vicious at times, and yet wondrous – that is what life has been. When the end comes, I shall look back and sigh – if only I had spent a little more time in living.
Image : Nathan Dumlao
