Spring in Winter
- Writers Pouch
- Apr 26, 2015
- 7 min read
Updated: Jul 2
Part I
Time is a magical thing; less is it understood and more ambiguous. It’s both creator and destructor at the same time. It builds relationships, and it will be the sole witness as things shatter. You can never explain its ways. The day, which he never imagined, at least in his last relationship before he had to commit to marriage, would never have ended that way. It’s been a long time since he could understand that he should never be in love once again. He might be wrong at times, but he never imagined that things in his life would turn out like this.
Amith, who is twenty-nine years old, from a village that even Google struggles to find on its map, is now in the middle of an ocean of emotions, sitting alone on the shore. The clock struck 11 midnight, and he broke his promise made to his love a year back that he would not touch alcohol ever again. He drank three full quarters from the full green bottle just beside him. Once again, for the first time in the last 20 years, he cried his heart out. The tide was calm that evening, and the wind had ceased. Just the high rock, all spread sand, and he was there in front of the vast bank of water alone and quiet, testing the time that had tested him a few hours ago.
Let me begin with his early youth, which was almost 16 years ago. He was like any other young boy, full of dreams and confusion about things. He is the only kid to his loving parents, which was a benefit of having all their time for himself. He never waited for anything that attracted him; he was given whatever he wished for. However, he is always under his mother’s eye. She, unlike his father, is strict about discipline. That turned sometimes into a hard task to deal with. He is an explorer of new lands, of course, on a smaller scale. The explorations for this child, Columbus, sometimes became much more problematic.
On Sundays, he generally wakes up earlier than on weekdays to explore the four paths that lead to unknown lands about which he knows less. The lesser-known is a much-pining desire to know. At such an age, there would be more questions than answers. Most of those questions have to be answered by experience rather than explanations. He tried to find most of the answers on his own. Once, he was scolded by his mother for being a CID officer, even though she was very busy with her household work.
He planned to explore the east on a Sunday, which is the sun’s abode. He has seen the sun emerge in all its grace out from there many times, but from exactly where? What’s there at the far end of the village? What could I find if I walk along the path until I’m tired? These questions propelled him for it. He, now, is all ready for it.
Part II
Early at 5, he woke up before anyone at home, sneaking out like a cat; he excelled at the art of silent walking. He is very cautious not to make any sound that might wake his grandmother. Ever since her husband passed away, it seems she has become an insomniac. She is the one who wakes up early among others. He opened the door, which had recently been repaired to shut its mouth from making the creaking sound. The door itself was a faithful guard for the home.
