Friday, July 02, 2010

Water Under the Bridge

It must be said that the most pivotal moments of our lives often occur in the most mundane of settings. No drum-rolls, no cheering crowds. An envelope slipped under the door, a terse phone call, first born cuddled against the chest. For a moment that denotes liftoff, the culmination of a seemingly endless countdown, there is no voice-over, much less a sonic boom. No joining of hands, as you the truly takes a giant leap on Fate’s hoist. Alas, O Fortuna might have been just right as accompaniment.

Some might have come sooner. Or so you wish. All your dreams were spun for a spring time. A lot flattered to deceive, yet eventually spring does arrive. For real this time, and you are all about to live the time of your life. “About time”. Yet, a passing thought, a whiff of a what-if. Surely you realize that the winds of fortune don’t do your bidding. Though rankle it does, over time that passed. Forks on the road, left behind, for want of.

It is a slow realization. That a lot would, or already have, changed forever. And at times, for only you know the truth, a sigh escapes your grateful yet weary soul.

Did someone say ‘half-empty’?


Blogger aparna said...

Was a half-admirer of yours back in 2005. Came upon your updated work quite by accident. Hope you are half-back? Write more, please

November 05, 2010 7:22 PM  
Blogger Naresh Krishnan said...

@ aparna: Dear half-loather, I've been making half come-backs since, well, 2005. :D
Half-lazy, maybe!
Will surely take your advice.

November 05, 2010 8:15 PM  
Blogger aparna said...

You know, are you on twitter?

November 05, 2010 8:47 PM  
Blogger Naresh Krishnan said...

twitter? half-back there too.. :D

November 05, 2010 8:51 PM  
Blogger Naresh Krishnan said...

Twitter @ Shallow_Mal

November 05, 2010 11:15 PM  

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