Let the wind whisper

What do you think is the right time to take a break?

Living a monotonous life is something no one wants. And yet people do live such lives. I don’t think it is easy to decide the kind of life one will lead in the future. But I think it is very much in one’s control to make life interesting. It is easy.

Go take a look at the still water surface of the lake and look at the reflection of the moon in the water. Look at the beautiful night scene (you need a lake in a beautiful setting and you need to go there at night, preferably a calm one without wind) in the water and feel the deadness of the atmosphere around you.

It seems to be desperate to shout, to talk; the leaf hanging limply on the branch over your head is praying for a gust of wind, something like the one that came last night (who knows he just might manage to touch the beautiful leaflet by his side); the blade of grass that survived your boot wants some insect to come out of the earth and to tickle it (ah…if only that talkative ant would come again); the drooping sunflower on the plant in the grove at the edge of the water wants the wind to sing a lullaby (the same tune that it sang three nights ago); the mighty trees in the nearby forest are expecting the crickets to start their noisy racket any moment now (good for nothing sleep busters them…we are kind of missing them…eh?); the sparrow in its nest on the electric pole by the country road is looking out for the haggard old owl of the banyan tree to begin his night-time air-acrobatics (let me see if the old-timer can do that water-skimmer this time) and the moon is looking out for the lonely wandering cloud that was hovering in the evening (some news from the oceans would be good).

And what are you waiting for; someone to join you by the side of the lake? Someone who is as crazy as you are to be sitting on the damp earth by a huge lake at night with dark forests spreading on three sides of you; someone who will share the feelings of the leaf, the grass blade, the drooping sunflower, the trees, the sparrow, the moon; someone who will share the feelings of the crazy fellow sitting on the damp earth by a huge lake at night with dark forests spreading on three sides of him.
Someone who will look at the water surface and say, ‘hey, isn’t it too calm for our tastes? Let’s try this!’, and will touch the water with a finger. Someone who will sit back and admire the ripples spreading on the water, watching the small circles traveling out far into the darkness of the vast lake surface; messengers of the arrival of two dreamy, crazy humans on the lake shores.
Someone who will insist on a lazy walk by the lake and into the forest; someone who will talk about the atmosphere around, about the stillness of the night and about the stars.

And then you extend your finger and touch the water. The ripples travel. And they reach someone who was all along sitting somewhere on the shore in the dark, both of you unable to see each other.
You go on a lazy walk in the forest and by the lake. And then when the walk gets over and you two return to the shore of the lake, you might see that the leaf is dancing in a gust of wind, the grass blade is lost in conversation with the chatty ant, the sunflower is fast asleep with the lullaby leaving a smile on his lips, the trees are cursing the racket the crickets are making, the sparrow has laughed its lungs out at the failed skimming attempts of the old buzzard and the moon is wrapped up in the stray cloud that has brought tidings from the mighty oceans.

Try this sometime; it takes no effort if you have a mind that can imagine. Let the wind whisper, let the moon tell a tale. Try touching the water surface once and let the ripples travel…who knows who might be sitting on the far-side of the lake?