My lost crayons [A page from my diary]
Today I visited my childhood residence. It was same room I left before 20 years back, first glance of room was realizing me length of 20 years. Suddenly seven uneven parallel lines of different colors on the wall, attracted my focus,
and I got lost in my reminiscences for a short while.
It was raining heavily outside. I was scared of noise of rain droplets. I was standing over my room’s window with balancing myself on the grills of the window, waiting and watching the magnificent rain and at the same time cursing it as my play time was being consumed. After some time rain was over. Children were running to taste sweet smell of ground after rain. I was also running outside to become part of them. I stopped nearby a small pool formed due to gathered water beside the road. I bent down over it. I was witnessing beauty of silent and still water. How beautifully noisy & splashing water became such silent after coming over earth! How innocent! I doubted myself that is it the same water which was thundering couple of minutes back and now it is ignoring me and hesitating to reveal its secret. I was in the middle of my day dreaming that suddenly I noticed something glittering on the surface of water. I could notice one sparking color, I stressed my retina over that color, no it was not just one… but there were two…three…four … five. Yes, I confirmed my counting and murmured it’s five. Before I could enjoy my finding few questions started knocking. Hey! Where are those coming from? Suddenly I heard rejoicing sound among my friends. “Rainbow - Rainbow”. Two of them were shouting and seeing above the sky. Apart from those two guys, rest of the gang was strange to rainbow like me, we were encountering rainbow first time. However I could recall similar word from my grandmother’s story. Our gang was trying to capture its start and end. I started counting colors, however I didn’t know the name of colors at that age but I could count separable things, since my mathematics was relatively strong. After finishing my counting, I was surprised that how beautifully someone draws those seven lines over the blue canvass. I was gasped in amazement and was appreciating that silent beauty. I was unable to correlate facts of stories that rainbow is the divine bow of lord Indra. I was searching for Lord Indra throughout the sky. After finding myself unable to locate him, I pressed my face’s dimension to skeptic view and murmured “People say it is the bow of Lord Indra”. I stacked this question for someone wiser and started diving deep in my thinking that suddenly I found rainbow was lost from the sky. Again there was noise among my friends; all were not able to deduce the reason for escape of Lord’s rainbow. Someone was concluding that lord Indra has passed over the Earth, other says Lord Indra is not happy with us; third one had different view point. As I was destined to become a software engineer, I was waiting to let the same bug reproduce before making any conclusion. Then suddenly rainbow appeared but in different direction with different shape. Few guys were still thinking it’s Indra’s work, but I was confident about my conclusion that there is definitely role of earth and that water which was pooled by road which displayed only five colors of rainbow however originally it contained seven. Later on when I came across the real story of the rainbow I gasped same amount of air in amazement as I gasped during first glance of it. I put seven lines on wall as soon as I found definitions of colors and actual colors. And my mother punished me hard to scratch the wall. Memory of that punishment was enough for me to come back from memories to reality. And I was investigating whether mom is around or not with thinking that lest history repeats itself!
I am in the middle of my retrospections that why such moments are missing from my present. What was good with those fine days when I used to find and appreciate simple things on my way? Possibly those things were valuable to me when those were novel to my eyes. Gradually my eyes got illusion with the definition of novelty. My eyes misbelieved that novelty is an attribute of event while novelty was an attribute of the eyes. My eyes watched few worldly events which were colored with different crayons than the crayons I had. And inevitably those events became novel to my eyes. My mind got engaged in fulfilling them all the day and night and kept me waiting for those big events to come. Meanwhile I missed to appreciate several great events which were wrapped as small and were asking for my eye’s novelty. That was the place where I went wrong, and I stopped coloring my life with my own crayons and I hided those from myself and pretended that I need other crayons. In due course I lost my original crayons somewhere in the deep crust of time. Now I am endlessly waiting for new crayons to come across. I hope I’ll get new soonest possible else I wish to have my original ones.