The crimson dipped dawn that would awaken, the breeze that would soothe the soul, the branches where the birdies would rest, their early morning chirpings that would welcome a new day, lush green gardens with paths adorned with blooming of flowers of all kinds, nature’s ambience with a silence that was meditative.
A place that everyone would be naturally drawn to, for the sight and the solitude was perfect for the work that would demand peace and absorption for long hours. Something that I even yearn today.
It’s here that the existing walls were given new meaning and life.
It was an attic room, that became a lifeline.
On entering into this place, the wall on the right-hand side had the tree of knowledge drawn from the available crayons, the branches described the values of peace, gratitude, humbleness, thankfulness, love, passion, devotion, dedication, commitment and all those words that now have been evaporated from my memory, the image of the tree with its vastness and lessons, intact though.
Out of nowhere this place and room came into existence, the wall in front of the knowledge tree had the Buddha sitting in a lotus position, with eyes closed, absorbed in perfect meditation. The green grass runner underneath completed it, where incense sticks and candles would be lighted to brighten the aroma of natural woods and settings. Since the image of Buddha covered the entire wall, entering and sitting into that place would bring peace inexplicable.
The wall adjacent to it had the whiteboard that would pin the ideas, help to maintain the to-do list ( that I am still so fond of, yet unable to be generous that I used to be once upon a time by scribbling on these boards and walls), following it was a dedicated corner that hooked some of the moments and memories of the past that inspire and make us believe in the work that we dream and believe we could do and accomplish despite all the hardships and obstacles faced.
In front of it had the wall that paved the gateway to the terrace. A place to think and ponder over. Brood the puzzles and rejoice the lives unanswered questions. The message painted with red on this wall read, “In this home we are real, we make mistakes, say sorry and ask for forgiveness, we love each other and hug each other.” Closer to it were the pores and designed openings in the wall that allowed the sun to play peek-a-boo throughout the day, air to roam and wander and rains to dance inside the room, in front of those walls.
I lived with these walls.
In togetherness we created and designed them.
They are no longer with me now, a part of them is with me, making me who I am now.
They made me learn. Learn the life lessons.
Learning that is very close to who I am. A part of me always yearns to seek and know, to understand and absorb, the concepts and ideas that allure and invite me. Natural propulsion is felt, a fuel that drives on its own, a voice that speaks from within, this happens with each one of us.
Yet, there are so many things that are left unexplored for not everything under the sun could be learnt in a single birth. Lifetimes and lessons thus chase us, until we have absorbed and lived them to the fullest.
Today, I am with those walls.
Understanding and finding their meaning.
Walls?
Where are they for us? What do they mean to us? How do we see, perceive and create them? And can we transcend them to experience boundlessness and limitlessness? Do walls confine us or make us realize of our vastness?
A pause to ponder today.
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