He needed her, he told her so…
Mirror images became real and they saw themselves as one, they had it all figured out finally, love’s final lap was re-run…
He needed her, he told her so…
Sleep had engulfed the entire vicinity into its charms, when suddenly a jerk brought me out of its enchantment and I found myself in the compartment of a train. I looked at my watch in the dim light of a bulb and saw that it was 2:00 am in the morning. The train had halted at a way-side station. I was hungry and ruffled my bag to find a packet of biscuits and immediately started munching on them. After a lot of efforts, I recalled that I was travelling to a remote place in Bengal known as Samarpur, to meet my parents who had already arrived there.
I had a heated argument with my parents before the journey as to what will I do there? I would surely be bored to death. But, my parents turned a deaf ear to all my protests and finally on a pale afternoon under the mellow light of the sun, I found myself in an obscure village named Samarpur. I had made up my mind to hate Samarpur.
The journey from station to home was a short one with winding red roads and thatched huts. There was flourishing greenery all around. After reaching home, I decided to freshen up and take a tour of the village. After some snacks, I left for my tour and came across a way that led to a bifurcation. One leading to the woods and the other to the village hub. I chose the less travelled by and found myself in the midst of dense green population.
The lush green carpet of grass was a happy change for my tired weary eyes. Samarpur wasn’t that bad as I thought it would be. I was looking all around and found the trees all naked. Clearly, autumn had set in too early. I was busy admiring nature when my eyes fell on a tiny speck of green. It shone under the crimson sky. I wanted to go nearer but it was getting dark. I decided to come back again the next day to discover the tiny green speck.
The next day I woke up early and went to the woods again. The tiny green speck was a small leaf on a huge tree. This tiny leaf was brave enough to face the wrath of autumn when all the others could not. This leaf changed it all. It made me a totally different person. A person who is strong enough and ready to face the world.
My tour ended and I have never been to Samarpur after that. I can never forget the sight of the tiny leaf and even today, the words of William Wordsworth rings in my ears,
“For oft in my couch when I lie,
In vacant or in pensive mood
They flash upon my inward eye”