I couldn’t take it anymore….

After a night of thundering rain, this morning was dull and dreary. The cold kept us confined under the comfortable blankets, oblivious to the time. An urgent call from the office disturbed my slumber and my day’s routine began. 

A quarter of an hour later, I just happened to step out of the door to see the effects of the downpour the previous night. My eyes fell on the mighty branch that lay broken on the road. This branch had snapped from a huge tree next door. This particular tree was the oldest and the tallest in our neighborhood. The tree has probably been around for more than fifty years.

 For some reason, it appeared to be a very poignant site to me. It was like a broken and bruised soul lying on the street. I just stood there watching as people and vehicles went their way without a  pause. Different connotations were racing through my mind as I stood there watching. There were visuals of an accident victim gasping in pain and seeking help/ an employee who could not take any more pressure/ a terminally ill patient who lost the battle of life. I looked at the majestic fifty-foot tree next to the fallen branch. The tree was helpless. It knew as if it was time to let go. Whatever comes into this world has to go one day. It is the quality of time spent that matters. 

Today we have become so gadget centric that we don’t know how to start communicating as our parents did. Today, we have become so career-centric that we have forgotten to give ourselves a “me-time”. Today we are so rushed that, we have no time for the older generation. It is just a crazy rush for the tangibles. We have forgotten how priceless human bonds can be. When the realization dawns, time is not on our side anymore.

 We shall end up hearing what the fallen branch would have uttered. I could not take it anymore. In hindsight, all that we crave at the end of the day is a little time, a warm smile and a tight hug. Life then becomes so meaningful.