That lull in the sky and that mediocrity in the air all but
vanished with a sudden shimmering thunder over the horizon. A routine busy
night in the hustling city gave in to the elegance of bewildering fireworks
high up in the night sky. A moment of magic to the very eyes which were exasperated
with sight of the daily chores, the traffic, the fire trucks, the tears, the
papers at work, the homework, the bars, the clubs, the devices, and more so
other people.
We humans are such infants when it comes to finding a moment
of bliss out of the smallest irregularity in life. Something out of the normal.
In fact anything that gives us a gasp of awe. We are scared most of the time
otherwise. Scared of the debacle life might present to us.
Ana is the name that strikes like the melodious notes of
trombone to me and many people she knows. My friend! I might not have known AP
(as she likes calling herself) for long enough to deduce her persona
completely. However, I am captivated by the strength of her resilience to not
give in to biggest catastrophic change she and her family endured. In the time
I got to know her, not once did she come across as someone who knew that her
very reason of existence was to fade away. Her mother would leave her side in a
matter of months.
I got aware of this only after she finally left and went
back home. Even after, the only vibe I ever felt from her were that of
positivity. Deep inside she knew it was all but a matter of time. And where did
this tenacious strength to unravel the sadness of life come from? I am certain,
it came from the woman who was about to see the light anytime. Her mother must
have passed on this magical ability to her.
It is just so bemusing that amidst all the chaos and
negativeness in life, a single sign of strength from another human can push us
to literally go past. What is it that we crave for and what is it that we
attain.
Like the fireworks in the sky, we all have a certain spark
inside of us. That glorious gift of strength to smile in the most horrific
times of pain and sadness. That gesture of standing up and not giving in to the
melancholy. Ana and her Mother have taught me to face my darkest fears with demeanor.
We need to but learn the beauty of embracement. This is not only to accept
defeat at times, but also to help ourselves balance our life in retrospect to
how we looked at it and how and what we would do differently going forward.
This is for all those people who lost their lives trying to
fight to live another day and when the time came, went out smiling.
“Giving up doesn’t mean you are weak..Sometimes it means you
are strong enough to let go..”
For –
Ragz
