Not A Perpetual Dream

Travelling to the past…tiptoeing back to soft, tender days of miracle, which disappeared like crimson rays of dusk gradually spread an aura of apparent everlasting peace with birds homecoming... cocooned by mother’s love, and father’s affection…protected by doting siblings, a poignantly loving and giving, blissful childhood! Life is not a perpetual dream, easy, and flowing, soothing, and calming… The breeze which lulls, may turn into wild, torturous, blustery wind, cutting like a sharp knife on your skin, on your face; you are swimming against the cruel current of kismet, an abrupt and precipitous choice turns life into an unimaginable nightmare, and no respite in view! girl who used to find all her dreams crystallized in shiny silver snowflakes, was shaken by turbulent waves of hurt, sorrow, and sufferings! her values shattered, her hopes crushed, she thought she met the inevitable grim end! End shocked her - standing upright against the merciless storm, dark clouds evaporated, radiant sun arrived on a chariot of seven stallions, horizon turned vermillion red, temple-bells started chiming cadence of blessings, she stood alone, but triumphant, she was jubilant!