Long Journey....

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.

What I can see is this bridge of wooden steps held by strong ropes. I can see it starts from my place but darkness envelopes its destination. Few of the wooden steps are dangling in air while some are missing. My intuition makes me believe that it would lead me to the mountain I can barely see. There is sinister silence everywhere. This mountain is horrific, terrorizing and fearful. It’s repulsive. I shout only to listen to the echo of my voice.

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…….)