Connections

Some days are different from the others. They make you turn back and reflect. It may be a stranger, a cry of a baby, a sour taste of a half ripe mango or even the warm aroma of a cup of coffee that makes the difference. Just an insignificant moment in life, which wakes you up and makes you think. Then you find yourself turning back and looking at the tracks you left behind…..

One needs to live a certain number of years…I suppose, to know the connections that they have made through time. Certain ones are so strong and deep, that they never cease to be. You think that the line was severed and the door was closed forever. Sometimes you are starting afresh in a new chapter, or sometimes even in a new book. But then there comes a moment where you realize that certain bonds are there to stay. The superficial connections may not be anymore and the track that leads to the destination may have grown cold and lost in the undergrowth, but that deep pulsating connection running deeper than the deepest of oceans, is still alive. It brings back memories and pinches your heart when you least expect. Sometimes you feel this unexplainable emptiness within which makes you start looking, to see this deep line tugging at the darkest corner of your heart that you have ceased to visit.

Somethings are there to stay with you till you die, and it’s not by your choice. Yes, one day you chose to make a connection and it grew over the years, but it’s not you who decides that it ends. I think I need to live a few more decades to realize the answer to that.

Location; sand dunes of Bundala Bird Sanctuary, Sri lanka