The .." IT ".....

“It” falls from the tree…..only to be blown away by the turbulent winds. How could it resist the might of the wind n the strength of the gust…?? So hapless n completely helpless….tossing and turning with a strange tranquility. The winds takes it far and wide beyond all hope and appetence. All it has, is a bag full of memories of clinging to its beloved tree with no fear of the future n completely detached from the past. Bt all it now wishes, is to live …to survive the very moment.

The wind eventually subsides to leave behind a shattered conscious and a trail of scars. It lies untroubled on the craggy n austere ground waiting for the eventuality. All it had wished and wishes is not a long life but a serene and a tranquil life. It is not fearful of the eventuality nor does it want to escape it, but nothing stops it from being somber about it, this underlying dualism is what makes life worth living.

Lying there it all flashed before "It" …n how it regrets that "It" could never thank its beloved tree. So that’s almost all the time it had before being trampled by a anonymous and a obscure feet, it smiles back only to reveal…. tht which fell was not a leaf but..... ME.