She was stuck in the jungle, dense trees surrounding her. Yes, there was still light and, so she hadn’t lost hope; but for how long? Her thoughts kept running back to the time when she had consciously decided to take this path – it had looked all beautiful back then. She wasn’t going to regret coming here. As wise men say, all these are life experiences and her almost perfect upbringing had taught her better than to regret. And if she just changed the way she looked at things, the trees are actually pretty. They are tall and beautiful, getting ready to add new leaves to their flourishing branches. Ah! These flourishing branches. They had the power to attract her, and even intimidate. Was she getting intimated by them? What happened to the charming hope of sturdy wood, strong roots and perfect weather? But is there ever anything that is perfect?
It is for them, she wondered. Just the perfect condition for them to grow, that’s how they have grown all these years. It’s their house, she shrugged. Then why did she even try to come and disturb it? Because SHE wanted to see, or was it that they want to be seen? Were they wishing for a visitor? They surely didn’t seem prepared, but then the blossoming flowers did smile at her when she had arrived. Were all those signs misunderstood by her? Or is she misunderstanding them right now?
Maybe she was needed there, to weed off the dry leaves, to water the soil and to trim the unwanted branches. She loved trees. She loved nurturing and caring. She loved being wanted by them. Despite already giving so much of her energy, why had she not achieved the sense of belonging till now? Was she at the wrong forest? Is there such a thing like a right forest?
The leaves gave way to the sun and it became brighter and an exit path stared at her. She got up wanting to run, but couldn’t. Had she tied herself to something? Was it a chain? Did it exist all the time or did it appear just now, when she was about to leave? Did she want to leave? She looked around again. She liked it all, she wanted to be here, then why the need to run now? The dogs barked too much she wondered, the buffalo didn’t give the milk she needed, and the birds were just too loud. But otherwise the place did look beautiful, couldn’t she ignore these small things? She did have the skills to tame them all, to convert them to perfect companions, but maybe she didn’t. Was this all just a life experience, or was there a larger meaning?
The thoughts continued as she slept her way into the night, hoping for the next day to clear out her mind and to bring with it rain. Yes, she loved rain.
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