That withered bench in the park was full of dust and chapped leaves. The old tree above it never kept the bench empty. Frowned and agitated, as I sat on it, pleasant memories of past rolled like a slide show. The memoirs of happy childhood, a carefree youth and then responsible parental age were the three major milestones of my journey beyond which I suddenly lost my sense of direction. All of a sudden everything went blurred as I began to grow old. The world kept dragging me down in later years. And now I am too old to take care of my own self.
The helplessness of old age seemed taking a toll over me as I sat there, watching the world move on at its pace. The pitiful eyes of by-passers were enough to ruin my day, each time reminding me of how swiftly I was stepping towards my end. And that day, as I was lost in my deepest thoughts, a little boy came and sat beside me. I was displeased because solitude was all I was looking for.
“Look what I have”, he said joyfully, in his delicate hand, was a beautiful opal ring. The shimmering work of art in that ring was paying tribute to the golden yesteryears. The filigree of diamonds beckoned of a renaissance, a shift from joint village gatherings to materialistic lives. The gleaming opals studded in it were changing color at every angle and those colorful rays reflected by them evoked something inside me; yes it was my heart, calling for an action. After so many years if this ring can look so graceful and behold its charm, why can’t I? If this non living thing can radiate colors in the world, even I can!
And the ring inspired me to live like there is no tomorrow and to enjoy present to the fullest.
“Isn’t it pretty?” he said and pulled me out of thoughts. “Just what I need”, I said, gently touching his head and blessing him with all my heart. I realized my voice was shivering, and tears ran down my wrinkled cheeks as I appreciated him for meeting me. He gave a heavenly smile and ran off to his friends, unaware of the impact he had on me.
And in all these years, I breathed peacefully and vowed to live every second of life. The roads back to home seemed shorter that day and the passers, Ah! Who cares?