A Part Of My Future

A Part Of My Future
She had me in every single drop of her blood. I kissed her tiny palm for the hundredth time in the past few minutes. I thanked Allah for the wonderful gift in my arms. I pledged my entire life to the baby uttering her first few cries in the world.

Her tiny paws clung to my shirt as I tried to absorb the ecstasy associated with the first few moments of contact with a part of my past that was simultaneously a part of my future also. They grabbed at the frame of my glasses.

She had been a dream till yesterday, but here was a concrete reality in my arms today. The reality was screaming for my love and attention. I had crossed the threshold of time that divided yesterday’s dream and today’s reality. The yearning and longing I had had for her were now transformed into other feelings.

The reality would have to be cared for. It was going to command a lot of my time and attention from now on. I might have to change the frame of my glasses, a change I had vehemently resisted till now. After all, the world was to acquire an entirely different colour and shape now.

The change was to be manifested in my dreams too. Some fresh dreams were going to replace the old ones. Zeenat was to be the agent for clearing the bulk of emotional clutter that had accumulated over the years. The tremors of the earthquake that once shook me are to fade into complete oblivion now.

Zeenat is going to change a lot of equations in my life. The joy associated with the changing weather is going to be doubled; every drop of rain is to be welcomed now.

The Journey Begins

THE JOURNEY BEGINS

I didn't want to let it go, but it was getting dark. I did feel like a rebel while I held her hand; there was a typical ecstasy running through my veins while she was with me. But it was quite late.

The lights in the park were switched on. The evening in April did offer some twilight, and it lasted for quite some time. We were together for the first time in our lives. Beyond a formal introduction, we knew very little of each other.

While sitting on the park-bench, we did our beset to discover elements that were to hold us together for the rest of our lives. The differences would have to be accepted, but there had to be a binding-gel. Both of us did our best to discover the elements of the gel. Our lives were to change in another twenty-four hours.

For a moment, I shuddered at the very thought. This was to mean several of my secrets would be out of the closet, while she would not be in a position to guard her share of secrets too. I did wonder if her secrets were a dark and somber as mine even as I witnessed the twilight fading into the night.

The transition was symbolic of the change in my life. While I did enjoy the diversity of cymbals life provides to its subscribers, I was getting a bit weary of it. Here was someone who had the potential to block all the unpleasant vibes that time still had in store for me. But the onslaught of time was to pause for a while now.

It was going to be a momentary relief, I know. Life has never been bereft of pains, and it wasn't going to be anything different with the new phase of my life. The twists and turns in my life were only to take a new form. There would certainly be some excitement while the novelty lasts, but it would eventually be replaced by the monotony of life.

Life is supposed to keep moving aboard the bus of time. There are always hitches and bumps as the bus goes over pot-holes and speed-breakers. Many passengers get on the bus only to leave it after a short while. Some travel long distances, but very few complete the entire journey of the bus. The young lady whose hand I had been holding was to be among the few who would complete the journey with me. I only hope the journey is a smooth one from now on.