Once upon a time there was this time that I wanted the softest of heels. Especially with the adds of Krack cream starting on Indian Television this idea of having soft heels hardened more or rather I think that was the initial trigger which made me dislike those cracked heels my mom had! Yes, I did maintain soft heels for quite a long time too..........Well here I am typing onto a laptop screen with tens of cracks on my heels and a million thoughts on my mind and I know that I could not have been happier than this!
Let me try to bridge up the gap with a story. This is the story about the journey I embarked which took me from softheels to the cracked ones.....and yet taught me to be content with it.
In a mournful state there sat a girl in her space that many people at her office termed as Cubicle. She also liked to use the same word but disliked that space. She used to roam from corner to corner, window to window, skybridge to skybridge with her laptop on hands still every place at that office suffocated.That space itself imposed a vibration that she disgracefully bared. No rain to feel, no sun to heal even when it poured on the roof of the floors that this lady graced. She missed every rainbow that shined outside. Artificially conditioned air even with a green certificate did not resonated with her innerself and soon she realized that is not how she wanted her life.
This was not a job she dreamed to take on, but she took it anyway as she wasn't sure what she should do next. Teaching she loved hence made sure that she had a certificate saying she has a masters in technology in that folder which held other few. Little did she know that she will be left with no clue after her masters as teaching adults interested her no more. Done with her masters she was as confused as ever yet happy with a job on hands as it made her feel secured.
Now not being content with the way each day turned out she started to look out for many other ways a morning can turn up. She wanted some aliveness to flow into her otherwise 'successful' life. She felt her childhood mocked at her even her days at IIT did the same when ever she stepped into that lifeless workspace. She was in desire of nothing but for some aliveness to be added to every breath that she inhales.
Then one fine day thoughts flew out of her putting her views on education all over her blog. There started a journey that took her to a place with which she fell in love for its grace. She wasn't sure of her destiny nor of a purpose all she could decide was 'where next'?
A new life began with many new insights. Here she could teach, she could learn, she could dance, she could sing as well as play. There were frustrations, there was pain but the same life also made her to be able to glide through them with grace. Life felt like a dance with its own twists and turns, which she willfully staged.
Nothing here belonged to her, neither was that beautiful house she lived in nor the children she loved, not even the food that kept her alive and not even the furnitures she sat on! Yet she was grateful and in love with everything that made her life so beautiful.
She sneaked out of her sneakers onto the bare soil which made her feel rooted. She liked the breeze and the rains that ran through her, pouring life. The laughter of the children and the love around made her dissolve to be one with them. Even though she missed few of her loved ones, she could not have desired for a life more alive. What made her feel connected to, at this place? The trees, the birds, the children,the starlit sky, the moonless nights, the schools, the rains, the soil, the sand, the breeze, the sweat, the food, the fruits, the people and the list continued.
She learnt to climb tree, to play a top, to bake the cashews, to share, to hop, to jump, to balance, to play in the mud, to dance, to write, to teach, to read, to sing, to act, to talk, to manage, to deal, to think, to be involved but thing that she cherished the most was that she was learning herself. She is still on this journey of knowing herself.
In this whole process there were many things that she lost as well, one among them was the softness of her heels about which 'once upon a time' she cared!!!!
A new life began with many new insights. Here she could teach, she could learn, she could dance, she could sing as well as play. There were frustrations, there was pain but the same life also made her to be able to glide through them with grace. Life felt like a dance with its own twists and turns, which she willfully staged.
Nothing here belonged to her, neither was that beautiful house she lived in nor the children she loved, not even the food that kept her alive and not even the furnitures she sat on! Yet she was grateful and in love with everything that made her life so beautiful.
She sneaked out of her sneakers onto the bare soil which made her feel rooted. She liked the breeze and the rains that ran through her, pouring life. The laughter of the children and the love around made her dissolve to be one with them. Even though she missed few of her loved ones, she could not have desired for a life more alive. What made her feel connected to, at this place? The trees, the birds, the children,the starlit sky, the moonless nights, the schools, the rains, the soil, the sand, the breeze, the sweat, the food, the fruits, the people and the list continued.
She learnt to climb tree, to play a top, to bake the cashews, to share, to hop, to jump, to balance, to play in the mud, to dance, to write, to teach, to read, to sing, to act, to talk, to manage, to deal, to think, to be involved but thing that she cherished the most was that she was learning herself. She is still on this journey of knowing herself.
In this whole process there were many things that she lost as well, one among them was the softness of her heels about which 'once upon a time' she cared!!!!
