Moments become a lifetime and years become a blink. Time has its own irony but then is it really time that is passing by or is it just us who keep moving on, from life to death and to life again. Probably "time" is just standing there watching us. Like when we cross a train and feel that its the other that is moving.
We live we die and then what? Our successes our failures our deeds how do they matter? Whole our lives we keep struggling right from being a kid, an adolescent, an adult, an aged and these days even as dead. Where does all the sweat go?
Are there other worlds there or is it only us rationalising things? It’s good that we exist but have we reasoned it ever. Are we totally lost? All our lives we keep running after things may be in whatever form. Money, ambition, love, power and we do achieve them albeit just for a glance compared to the years spent in achieving them. And then just like that one day it’s all over. Do we need to reason our existence?
©Kshitij Ghai
©Kshitij Ghai
