Vishii Rita Krocha
I thought about a lot of things today. Maybe I’m really absorbing myself in my thoughts and being in my own world, having nothing much to bother me but a part of me tells me things that I’m really not aware of. Who knows the same sun that shines today with all vibrancy and brightness could suddenly vanish. No not from the face of the earth. It may stop shining for me. Even You. What if you never open your eyes tomorrow to see the day dawning anew, fresh and beautiful?
I could live with regrets of the past. I know it does me no good. And I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work much on other people’s lives either. I could cling on the things I’d done wrong in the past and let them harbour my feeling everyday depriving me of the beauties of the moment. Each minute is a gift. Precious. Every second of it. For they are new. The time is new and everything else that comes along with it.
It’s scary to think that today could be my last. Maybe am even being stupid to have such a thought. I’m not really afraid of dying. Okay, maybe little. But what about the dreams i had held dear for all my life? Even though i complain about a lot of things. I even frown about things that usually don’t go my way. To say the least am too human. I forget at times just how much i am blessed. Perfect hands and legs. I don’t ask for more. I love them just the way it is. My height isn’t much but am okay with it.
While every dawn begins with the rays of the sun romancing at its best on our roofs, even our skin if we step out, I don’t remember often times but they are each day’s gifts. Very precious. Really! Well, if you knew today were your last what would you have done? If you knew you are never going to see tomorrow, how would you have lived today? See nobody knows when time comes calling. You don’t just as less as I don’t. It could be anytime. Anytime at all. You may not be sick. You could just vanish just like that. Sans ill health. There could be an accident you never even imagined or just anything.
You would think I am being pessimistic. Maybe at some point i am. But i really want you to know how precious each day of our life is. Every minute of it. That each time we spend our time frowning and getting angry wouldn’t really take us anywhere at all. If today were my last, I would want to do more things than i can count. I’d want to tell all my near and dear ones just how much they mean to me. That i love them to death even though I don’t often tell them or show them my love. I’d wake up to see the sun rising and mesmerise myself in the rays that falls beautifully on everything. I’d sip my coffee like I would never taste it again. I’d want to meet all my friends and tell them how blessed I am to have them in my life. I would apologise if there be a need. I haven’t always been perfect.
I’d even want to be with nature, the flowers and get lost in the fragrance they spread around. I’d want to write about a million things. And there are a hundred things I would never accomplish in a single day despite of knowing how limited time I have. I’ve decided to at least try to make everyday count. To celebrate everyday for its newness and uniqueness, to appreciate things and people, to give them the adulations they deserve whenever I can, to enjoy even the smallest things that I do, live like there’s going to be no tomorrow, Simply to dwell in the ‘Today’ and make the most of it, to never forget that tomorrow may never happen so to live today in the best way that I can.
