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WATERS EDGE
I was two when i held my fathers hand and stumbled and walked
to the rivers edge
amazed at the amount of water but at the same time scared
witless
I looked up into his eyes and he looked down in puzzlement
I was too young to tell him that i didn't know what to make
out of all that was before me
he was too old to know the fears and anxieties of
an young and innocent one
but his grip was firm yet tender
i walked,stumbled back yet turning to take one last look
at the river.
i was five when i walked,ran and flew to the rivers edge
it flowed gently as it had done a few years before but this
time there was no one to hold my hand and i didn't need one
i walked up to the edge and knelt to touch the water
screaming in glee and splashed the water as loudly as possible
until i heard my name being called.
i ran,i flew to sit next to my uncle and a small group
of strangers sprinkled with a few familiar faces
they spoke in strange but sober tones.
i looked at all of their faces and wondered what was
worrying them so.
but then to my utmost joy they all stood up
and walked to the rivers edge
i was happy for i thought we were all going to play in the water.
but then my uncle pulled me gently and gave me something to play with
softly he said child dip your hands into the water and throw the sand into it
i did so but with repulsion for the sand was black and dirty in color
time came to go back home and only then i wondered why my father
hadn't come with us to play in the water like the last time
years later when i walked up to the same spot and knelt down
looking at the ripples and realised the ripples reflected my life
there i was looking across the river and realising and understanding
that sand and ash were different.
yet how similar seems to be the edge of everything
for sitting at the rivers edge looking across the water
is the same as i am looking across the expanse of life
but unlike then now i realise that ash and sand and are the same.
I was two when i held my fathers hand and stumbled and walked
to the rivers edge
amazed at the amount of water but at the same time scared
witless
I looked up into his eyes and he looked down in puzzlement
I was too young to tell him that i didn't know what to make
out of all that was before me
he was too old to know the fears and anxieties of
an young and innocent one
but his grip was firm yet tender
i walked,stumbled back yet turning to take one last look
at the river.
i was five when i walked,ran and flew to the rivers edge
it flowed gently as it had done a few years before but this
time there was no one to hold my hand and i didn't need one
i walked up to the edge and knelt to touch the water
screaming in glee and splashed the water as loudly as possible
until i heard my name being called.
i ran,i flew to sit next to my uncle and a small group
of strangers sprinkled with a few familiar faces
they spoke in strange but sober tones.
i looked at all of their faces and wondered what was
worrying them so.
but then to my utmost joy they all stood up
and walked to the rivers edge
i was happy for i thought we were all going to play in the water.
but then my uncle pulled me gently and gave me something to play with
softly he said child dip your hands into the water and throw the sand into it
i did so but with repulsion for the sand was black and dirty in color
time came to go back home and only then i wondered why my father
hadn't come with us to play in the water like the last time
years later when i walked up to the same spot and knelt down
looking at the ripples and realised the ripples reflected my life
there i was looking across the river and realising and understanding
that sand and ash were different.
yet how similar seems to be the edge of everything
for sitting at the rivers edge looking across the water
is the same as i am looking across the expanse of life
but unlike then now i realise that ash and sand and are the same.
Cricket
Anupamaa
