I escaped the scorn of the scorching sun under my 'black umbrella', as i was making my way,thoughtlessly,staring at nothing,down the pavement that leads to my office premises.
But despite the nothingness that was prevailing in that moment,I stumbled upon this ebbing thought as to why did I carry my umbrella always with me?...The answer was plain and simple.Sometimes to cover myself from the sun and sometimes from the rain.And then reflecting upon my thought,I came to realize that perhaps,I loved the rain and the sunshine only as long I was sure that I had my umbrella with me that would come to my rescue,if the sun got so sunny that it makes me flinch due to its tingling heat,or if the rain has plans of drenching me in its heavy outpour instead of charming me with its drizzle.
And how can I forget to acknowledge the way,it has weathered all storms and scorns,as best as it could,when the poor little thing itself was as susceptible to the atrocities of nature as i was.Matter of factly,it considers it, its duty to care for me in those hard times...Oh!What a comrade,the inanimate,fragile thing can be!...
Then,there are those few unfortunate times,when for some reason or the other,i don't have it with me...Does the remorse of missing upon my umbrella stops me from going on??..
Certainly,not.Nothing stops me.I move on.But the distance seems longer now and difficult too.I also apprehend the sunshine and the rain now.And what makes the absence more agonizing is the memory of those times when I would walk down comfortably under the shade of my umbrella.
Considering life on a larger canvas,is there a perfect analogy for the umbrella in our lives?...Did I hear someone confessing 'LOVE'??..Is it similar to the wonder of love in our lives??...Is it LOVE that acts as the colorful umbrella in our lives???
