Sipher

An almost dried-up pond, wait patiently in the corner of the forest. A scorching sun, dried leaves, a heavy wind; All weathering it down bit by bit. Before its patience ran out, the wild do turn up tired and thirsty. The wild sniffs, get relaxed and dranks from the pond. When it dranks, the pond for a moment, finds the wild looking at it, in its eyes. The pond feels the acknowledgment in the eyes of the wild. But in the second moment, the pond realizes, the wild could not see it. The wild saw its own reflection in the pond. The wild quenched its thirst, return back connected to its own soul. The pond stays back, holding that half a moment of acknowledgment.

Who exactly is a hero to someone? Are they the ones who do the unimaginable for you? Or are they the ones who make life easier by ensuring you don’t have to face difficulties at all?   For most of us, in those early years of growing up—when we were completely dependent on our parents—it was they who meant everything to us. They were our world, and everything else felt like an extension of that world. Naturally, in those moments, they were our heroes. But as our world slowly expanded beyond them, the way we, as children, responded to new experiences—and the way our parents chose to present themselves—played a huge role in shaping our early understanding of life.   Looking back, I’ve realized one thing about my father: he never tried to be a hero for me. He never projected himself as infallible or all-knowing. He was simply… himself.   But does it make a difference if parents don’t try to appear invincible or shoulder every worry for their children? ...

While sitting at the funeral of my friend's father, a question lingered on my mind. When people leave us forever, do they make us think more about them? And surprisingly, I couldn't put many people in that category. I found we have filled our life with so many things that now people surrounding us don't really leave a forever mark in our day-to-day lives. Except for my eldest maternal uncle, no one came across my mind. He was one who left a legacy behind him. His absence made me think about what he would have done had he been still there in present. And that's how I think one leaves a legacy behind. I am not sure we doing anything like that for people around us. Especially I don't find myself in that place. In fact, I find myself to be someone who could make the least vacuum to fill if leave at the moment from this world. I find people with jolly nature to be most memorable and missed when not around. You guessed it right, I am not one of those.