It was a beautiful Saturday morning. I was all finished with my daily regime of exercise and had steamed up the morn brew. With a hot cup of tea in hand, I headed off to a good day’s start. Since the first brush with the world outside, which usually happens to be through the crisp familiar smell of the morning newspaper had to arrive at the doorstep yet, I decided to open the window of opportunity, for the fresh breeze to enter my nerves, and thus got myself ready to say Hello! to the world outside.
I routinely opened the wide glass window of my room, to absorb the rising sun and let its radiance seep through me. I already had the tea cup with me to pump up my adrenaline.
And as soon as I let the window ajar, I was stunned to see a flimsy little creeper fast growing, and soon I assimilated that in no time, it would grow furthermore, and approach my window to block the light from coming in. I have always wanted my windows clutter free. I have always wanted the freshness to come in—the fresh air, and the luminous sun-rays both are my friends. And so anybody who would try and block their path, are intruders for me. Thus the creeper in front of me, just at arm length’s below, all set to grow any time now, making way for itself up my room window, was nothing more than a green intruder for me.
My stubborn mind had already decided what to make of this intruder, the moment it touches my window. I knew it from the start what I wanted to do with it. A large garden scissor, and that’s all that I required to straighten things up.
For some more days, I awaited the creeper to climb up with its slow pace, and let it touch my window.
On the floor below stood my living room, with a large glass door overlooking the garden I had tended outside. Actually, honestly speaking, it wasn’t me who had for long been the garden’s care taker. It was Harikaka, our seasoned gardener, who’d toiled really hard to make the garden of what it looked today— a lush green, regularly watered, loved, and cared for garden. So my contribution in the entire beautification effort of our garden was practically nil; except that I surely was an ardent admirer of it, and an once in a while care taker, rushing out watering the plants with the blue water hose, on lazy Sunday mornings…..
But Harikaka was a regular at it. All that he used to speak about was how the Roses have nicely grown, and how the Jasmines somehow didn’t blossom this year, and how next door neighbors Patels have bought some Tulip seeds from their native place, and how even we should borrow some seeds from them,……..and on and on, he used to go about talking of nothing else but his baby—– the garden.
So needless to mention then, that definitely more than me, Harikaka was all the more excited when he came up me the morning after I had witnessed the creeper, munching my breakfast toast in the dining area below, and like a jumping lad, he remarked, “What a lovely creeper that is!, and now in not a very long time, it will touch upon your room window and adorn the beauty of your room!!” ….” He went on—“and then just see how confidently it will rise above and go up to the terrace; the whole bungalow will soon get canopied with the creepers, and a cool shade will dwell here day and night!” “Bahut badhiyaa dikhegaa!”
His keyed up words left me speechless. I reluctantly flashed him a smile, and pressed my lips, as if I wanted to say something sternly, but I relented.
Nine days later, the green intruder had climbed up my room window, and for the first time I closely observed the off shoots— so fragile, so very soft, and young, full of energy, full of abundance and chlorophyll. It had knocked my window so very tenderly; it was all determined to grow, and climb up to the terrace, rightly as Harikaka had pointed out.
The creeper reminded me of how we too were youngsters once upon a time, full of energy, full of life, all set to grow, and climb our own ladders of stability and success…..What if someone had heartlessly cut our wings too? What if destiny had decided and planned to bluntly cut open our dreams too?
Nothing of that sort had happened so far, and I was very much living my dream, and spreading my wings….And so it had to be. The garden scissor lay in the same drawer where Harikaka had left it the day before.
The scissor remained untouched.
I had changed my mind, and had decided to let the creeper breathe…..If God had wished for a life, who was I to wedge its path?
In due course, my room window got completely covered by a green curtain. But so what? When He closes one window, He does make way for another. I dusted and left open another window just next to this one, which earlier used to be more or less closed, and unused, for no particular reason whatsoever.
The morning bout of fresh air and the sublime sunrays still greet me Good Morning; and along with them, someone else obliges— the green intruder—, which by now wasn’t an intruder any more. It was a friend.