The School-Children Reach
School
A new day was
breaking when the sound of the railway-engine broke the silence of the dawn.
The rattling of the coaches over the track reminded me of the fast pace at
which life rushes by. I couldn’t help thinking of all this as I felt quite a
bit of our lives to be behind us. The two of us were like a couple of
school-children waiting at a railway-crossing for the train to pass by and
barriers to be lifted. We had been pushed behind schedule by the delayed
passage of the train over the track before us.
On my part, I
felt like someone who had managed to get on the last bus home but at the very
last moment. I might have injured myself in the process because the bus had
caught some speed when I finally got on to it, the conductor may have pushed me
off the bus, but instead, I got a hearty welcome by the conductor and other
passengers on the bus.
It is
strange, but married life does bring about the confluence of two different
people. It had put the two of us together on the same bus. We hardly knew each
other a week ago, we were introduced to each other a few days ago, and yet love
was flowing through our veins in the form of red blood. It was symbolic of the
purity and chastity of the agreement we had entered into the day before. There
was a strong gush of blood through our veins following the initial interaction.
For the moment, there were a thousand and one bubbles of happiness emerging out
of the ring I’d just blown into after dipping in into the solution of marriage.
The strong rush of blood through
our veins was accentuated by the consciousness that we had to capture the
essence of the passing moments even of those that we had missed out through a
sieve capable of capturing the sweetest moments while it let go of the sour
ones. The years to come were to have a combination of sweet and sour moments.
The effectiveness of the sieve to filter out the sweet moments of life was to
determine the success and failure of the alliance of the alliance we had
entered into.
The
agreement brought about a distracting wish within me to be near her. while the
sun was rising in the world around us, there was another sun indicating an
intimacy between us that was rising and shining quite brightly.
The glam and joy of marital bliss that had caught our strained
gaze in our celibacy was a part of our lives now. It made us blink our eyes
like one does when he passes through dark alleys.
We were to pass through many
obscure alleys together, quite a few of which had never been wandered into by
anyone before us, and whose very existence has been forgotten by everyone.
There are to be many adventures down the scale of time. We were happy we had
found bliss and happiness in each other’s company even at the lowest point of
the scale rather than finding none at all.
The school-children were certainly
late for school, but they were glad they reached school rather than missing it
out completely.
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