Relevance

I often think about it when it rains. It has not rained in a long time and I have not thought about it in thousand rains bygone. I have been too busy living my life and then a few words from 'Where the mind is without fear...'  paused me momentarily and forced me to write. After a long time I am tapping away thinking about what could be. When it rains and droplets cumulate on top of that leaf we all live underneath. that leaf we all draw shelter and existence from. It is remarkable how that one leaf tries its hardest best to hold on to those drops. We watch. I watch, you watch, we all watch. hoping drops would never drop. And then comes a moment when it becomes too much for that leaf to hold on to. the first one rolls off its surface. The very first drop. Our leaf- no longer able to hold it, no longer able to shield us -  lets the drop drop. One drop falling from over us, hurtling down fast and then faster. Pulled down by the gravity and let gone by our leaf swirls and lands on us. That one drop. we don't even feel it. But that is where our world changes. That is where floodgates open. Second one follows then the third and obviously fourth, fifth, sixth and so on. it appears as if our leaf is crying. For it is no longer able to hold on. No longer able to shield us and all of it rains. by the time we look up, we are helpless and drenched. Our leaf burdened by all those drops it had held for all those times is wilting. We look up and it looks back at us. One last time before it gives up and is blown away. That is when I think about it and look around. and I notice you are thinking too and so is everyone else. Thinking of what could have been? What if we held on to those drops? what if we held on to our leaf and not let drops accumulate? While I was too busy looking at my own feet and you at yours our leaves kept holding on, head held high. Never shed a drop. But it had to give in if we did not look up. And give in it did. 

Words from 'Where the mind is without fear...' keeps coming back to me. To my thoughts. Thoughts of a utopian world that humanity always craves for, has craved for. Forever. That craving stays. We never got there, probably never will. We get a whiff at times, sensing utopia in our common perceived dystopia. That is the closest humanity has ever gotten to the so called 'Utopia'. But there is a ray of hope. There is light. It has gotten too dark these days. So much so that a glimmer would speak for thousand suns.  That is where I have hope. If a ray could break through, thousands would follow and then a thousand more. We must let in a ray. We must let drops dry. We must look up and let not our leaves cry. It is raining again. I can hear drops cumulating. I must not look at my feet. I must look up. I must look for that ray. All those drops, they must dry. I need but just one ray. A glimmer and a thousand would follow and then a thousand more. And then there will be a world where the mind would be without a fear...