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Walking is a favourite pastime for me. Long walks into the forest pathways have often been therapeutic.
One evening, on a sunny afternoon, I chose a path I never tried before. Each step I took, shaped into the famous poetic lines from Robert Frost’s poemThe Road Not Taken.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I felt no different. It was the most beautiful day. Deeper into the woods, I was welcomed by a stream flowing unidirectional, and the mallard ducks swimming in the opposite direction.
The light wind tousled my hair and the sun-kissed leaves of the huge tree sizzled. And then I heard a wild calling. It was suddenly deafening to my ears. My courage took a U-turn and I stood searching. “Where am I in the woods?”…
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In the still frame of reflections, time inconspicuous. Summer stories bright as daylight reframed winter tales of freezing cold.
“What’s real?” She evaluated the images on window pane.
“Moving clouds and your absence.” The rest an illusion of proximity just like Him.
Last year, mid-September, I had seeds from a neatly scooped bell pepper.
The amateur gardener in me, ensured the seeds were buried deep in the nearest pot that was once a home of a spring onion.
The size of the pot was no match for the number of seeds; and the mud was a poor version of its original self which had obviously seen better days.
However, I had been sincere to my duties of watering the pot.
This year, March-end, I am counting tiny bell peppers in the jungle of plants, standing strong through the moody weather.
“I guess plants adjust better to circumstances than us.” I murmured.
“Where there is love, life blooms.” He said thoughtfully.
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