The hot winds baked under the blazing sun were gushing through the window with the whistling noise. The dried leaves of trees were racing by the road side with the dust, meantime the tiny cyclones were forming amongst them, as if they were dancing to cheer up those racers. The distinct horizon was wearing a shiny edge of mirage, a crucial lie set up by the of the heat radiations of the sun. The boy was sitting under a shadowy tree but that wasn’t enough. It was blocking the direct rays but the imminent aftereffect of radiations were still there. His back of the ears were itching as if they were on fire. His throat was getting dry by each drop of sweat that was trickling off his forehead. “Why the summer..? It is so irritating, I wish there was a cool shower of rain and no glazing sun at all.” The boy said in agitated tone. The heat was still raising up as if nature’s fury.
Few months later…
It was around afternoon but still the day was dark because the dark hazy clouds has clogged the sky, blocking the empire of sun reaching on the surface. The clouds were raining continuously as if they were unloading their burden of years onto the land. The boy was sitting by window. He was looking outside, staring at almost everything in the eye span. The clouds were rumbling horrifyingly with the intermittent flashes of lightening. The roads were drained with water and grounds were packed with mud. The smell of that contained mud and the clammy air had the boy feel nausea. He was sitting there, waiting for the rain to stop but it didn’t, quite stubborn. “Why this monsoon..? It is so unhealthy. I wish it was a cool, sunny day with greenery all over and sun glimmering in the sky instead of this rainy season.”
Few months later…
The sun was just breaking out of the dawn. The greenery covered over the land was glistening by those first sun rays because of the millions dewdrops. The faint fog was wandering randomly over the chilling breeze through the woods. The birds were sitting on a branch of tree, muffled in groups to bear the cold around them. The boy was still in his bed even though the sun has sent his yellow rays in his room through the half open window. The bone-freezing cold has the boy made to stay hidden under the sheaths of blankets. The feel was as if his house has been shut closed in the huge freezer. “Why this winter, it is unbearable. I wish for a warm day which could diminish the cold completely. ”The boy said to himself under the trembling breaths.
Few months later…
The hot winds baked under the blazing sun were…..same as before,
Again few months later… then again….and again
Months on months passed, season on seasons changed. The boy turned into man. Everything around him changed but there was still one same thing within him, same as it was years before. The habit of wishing.
He still dislikes the heat of summer and expects the raindrops instead.
He still don’t want the raining clouds, and clogged environment, he expects the cool and fresh morning to emerge with sunrise.
He still shivers at the cold of winter and asks for the warmth of the summer.
He keeps it doing, he keeps wishing for the tomorrow while he is in the present. The same present that he had once wished to come in his life. But he don’t remembers that. He is habituated to this, to the habit of being unsatisfied. Whenever he wished for the thing, nature fulfilled it but he never seem to notice it. Instead of enjoying and living what he had, he kept finding flaws and complaining about it henceforth which created that crave of getting everything better in future. But.. Again, when the wish come true he shifted his mind and turned to the other point, leaving that granted thing as a meaningless one.
Why the boy was so unsatisfied..? Why he is so desperate..? He knew, he understand that everything around him is going to change then why he still behaves as an unsatisfied expectant..?
He kept running like that dog from story (which you must’ve heard) who wanted to catch his tail, round and round but who failed. The dog, he need to stop, he need to breath, think and give life a moment, a moment to live, the tail would come to his mouth by itself. Won’t it..?
And believe me, He is none other but WE.., or at least Me..!