An Unsolved Jigsaw ...

Swirls of white smoke fuming could be seen all around the tiny me. Mesmerized   , awed and with little knot of fear tucked in heart , I looked around to find the source of it. Mystic it was, I could see everything(or should I say shadows of it) still I was not able to make out anything. Initial few hurried attempts went down the drain when to my utter shock ,the harder I tried to run, to touch anything, to think , to concentrate  , it all resulted in blanket of smoke becoming denser all around me .It was like a marsh. Huffed and puffed I was  , stayed right there where  I was with not an inch of muscle moving. The wisps of smoke swirling started fading out and the whole scene became clearer.  Soon , I was in front of a cluttered stack. Lying besides it was a tattered yellow sheet of paper tapped at various places. A closer look at it made a shiver run down the spine. There lay in front of my eyes a detailed plan of my life with a few blocks added later and few crossed out or rewritten in different way. The irony of the situation was the stark difference in the way it was in detailed plan and how all the things heaped up in a clutter. Little self-pitied, I picked up a thing or two to examine and all the other things started to topple. In an attempt to gather and maintain a balance, I was just too occupied to notice in which order they were supposed to be. There was everything one can think of to find in a platter. There laid tenderness of love wrapped in a scented tissue ,stiff determination bundled with a rock solid will ,emotional tears in a tiny half – filled bottle , memories scattered in the form of photographs – some old and battered ,some still smelling just fresh, a jar filled with stones of all shapes and sizes with still gaps visible in between.

A file stuffed with all the facts about me , few sheets brought proud smile while other punctured it. There was a thick diary documenting me with few pages left blank in the middle, some crossed out in an angry way with cuts still visible across the sheet, some written in hurried writing, some had tiny dried flowers pressed in between  and fragrance still lingering, some were of glossy paper with a ring of laughter hidden while some wore a solemn look and were rough. While flipping it , I can feel tears rolling , few little droplets reluctant to leave the corners of eye or sometimes  pouring like a cloud burst or just a moist glint in eyes. But how to put the jigsaw puzzle pieces in the right place is a task in itself. Perhaps  I would be able to better direct my life when it is in more structured form or should I just leave it like that to let the destiny decide what it has thought for me . With life moving  at such a pace , it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to analyze what is happening around me and how things need to be planned for a better life ahead. May be the love for a much sought after ‘better life’ is making me not enjoy the present one with clouds of uncertainty and anxiety hovering above. What is the best way ? To look up the limitless sky and count the stars or just caress the grass as you pass through green pastures and stop  to take in the sweet fragrance of the violets.