There is this mountain where I stand. I can see another in front of it. It’s so dark out there that by the light of moon I can only make out its silhouette. It’s too far from where I stand and is separated by a vast abyss. Standing at the edge I can feel there is nothing in between them; a stone that I roll down from my feet fast disappears somewhere deep into nothing.
I can’t go back. The distance I have traversed is colossus, going back would be suicide. Moving forward is my only hope and choice.
Soon this realization also dawns on me that I am on own. I have never felt so insecure and lonely. But haven’t I traveled all alone this far? There were few acquaintances but none of them could make it up till here.
Seeing what is ahead, for the first time I fear solitude. It’s been a very tiring and cumbersome journey. But I can’t stand here; for me Life is to proceed further while waiting is death.
Accumulating all my energies and emotions I hold the ropes of the bridge and place my first step. I can feel the wind thrust across…….
(To be continued…….)