Life puzzles everyone. We grow up under an
impression that all the different aspects that we get a glimpse of while
growing up shall fit well into a big canvas and consolidate into some kind of a
fairy tale that we get so used to during the age. It is a common story of a
teenager when he says that he does not have a proper dream as to what he
aspires to become. While the matter for why many of us fail to build passion
for a profession may call for a separate long discussion, let’s stick with the
absurdity of life right now. Space scientists may get overwhelmed to see the
vastness of emptiness that is space. Yet the humans have been persistent enough
to find a meaning, howsoever vague, in the nothingness of it all. It is
admirable in some sense, as if a life has been breathed into the corpse of the
civilization that has come to be, but as to how no one knows the answer to. The
irony here is that the very concept of life which the humans have so well
established is based on the lifeless, meaningless thing that we so yearn to
give a sense to.
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Experiencing Bhutanese Spring
The
long wait has come to an end. Time, once again has done its magic. From what seemed
like an eternal cage of the four walls of my room, I have set out like a free
bird, letting my wings enjoy the luxury of the gentle, spring breeze. I was
lost, so much so that the little, simple things which were indeed the most
beautiful ones, were never given the attention they truly deserved. Now I see
the meadows; the slender of the greens dancing with the wind and the elderly
trees mindlessly swaying their mighty branches in the faint tune of the same.
Green has once again taken over, and this time with such elegance and artistry
that every bit of the view smoothly jigsaws with one another, offering what
might easily be the masterpiece for the eyes to feast upon. Orchestrating the
whole exhibit is the weak sun, recovering from its harsh winter ordeal –
teaming up with white flutters, putting up a marvelous show in the vastness of
the blue. The lifeless rustles long gone – the tune is once again the melodious
bird chirps and the divinely prayer flag flutters. Spring has come and indeed
at her best.
