Solace

Experience fills us. They can reach and touch areas, that otherwise remains hidden... Some give us pain. While some heal us from the same...

A beautiful blue, freshwater lake surrounded by mountains was my holiday destination for that summer. Lot was going on with me... Emotions were all overwhelming... Paralyzing my capabilities to an unbearable extent... Sensitivity and maturity rebelled to be on the same side of the thought process...In all, I was in a mess, an emotional mess of the worst kind.

One beautiful, dewy and foggy morning I was taking a walk by the lakeside trying to untangle the knots, the ones that had wrapped me up completely and tightly the soft breeze, fresh morning smell was already doing their wonders, casting their magic spell and doing their therapy in subtle ways... I saw small boats waiting by the lakeside for tourists. We hopped into one of them.... Settled in one corner of the boat I was looking out to the beautiful lake and its blue water. The burbling sound as the ore cuts through the blue suddenly became the only sound that I could hear... Soft... Rhythmic...soothing and beautiful ...and soon I found myself watching the tiny ripples as the boat moved forward gallantly, the ripples along with the burbling /tickling or splashing or whatever one chose to call it, did magic that day....as the ore cut through the water. The gentle sound produced by it was cutting through my grief. Reducing it and freeing me in the process... Forever indebted to nature and her ways...