A hand to hold ...

Walking in the wild, all alone. I started early so that I could reach to the destination on time, but still the destination is no where in sight. The sun is starting to beat harder, the temperature is rising. The trees don't have much shade to provide as there are not many leaves left. The early enthusiasm is tiring away as I am pushing myself through this arduous route. I am scared, but there is no one to ask for protection. I am tired but there is no one to help. I think I am lost but there is no one to guide. I am injured but there is no one to nurse. I am still walking as there is no one to stop. I am screaming hard but there is no one to hear. I am hungry but there is no food. I am thirsty but there is no water. I look up and sun is laughing at me and burning even brighter. I look around and the whole place is so lifeless. The burnt rocks are looking at me as if they want me give up so that I become part of this lifeless place. I need a hand that can pull me out of all this and bring me back. I need a shoulder to cry on. I want a hand to run through my hair and tell me that I will make it. I think I can hear my name being called from heavens, I can hear someone calling Tarun ... Tarun ... Tarun. There is darkness all around me, but there is calmness, a soft hand is running through my hair. It sure feels like heaven, the burning sun is gone but there is warmth of care. I again hear a heavenly voice calling Tarun... Tarun... open your eyes. I open my eyes my mom is in front of me asking me to get up, stroking my hair. The nightmare is over, life is normal, her touch can make the difficult times just wipe away.

Tarun Chandel
Life, Learning and Technology