Bakar !!!

Its rarely that he gets to listen to the sound of the wind blowing.Not that he is always accompanied but today he is alone, alone in his mind no thoughts just a kind of silence like the silence one experiences when in deep meditation.He hears to the sound of the air such pureness such warmth like the words of a mother consoling a grieving child which remove the pain and each word spreading the warmth.
But it has to be so its not one one of those regular days.An unusual day which fate has bestowed upon him and standing over the cliff overlooking the valley he can feel nothing but peace.More than the peace the oneness with the mighty nature which at one stroke of chance can put an end to him.He feels like a soldier who sees his life in the hands of his adversary knows one motion of his hand can put end to his life of complexity but still happy for dying having received his eternal goal.
"The greatest and commanding moment in world is the triumph of enthusiasm.Nothing great could ever be achieved without it."
He keeps iterating this line in his mind trying to make sense of enthusiasm , triumph , moment , greatest words.No not words these are not words today but discrete thoughts and the words discrete sticks to his mind.He remembers his Math classes:Discrete Numbers: Numbers whose occurence is not defined by any principle.Discrete: Eva said discrete emotions with which we both love each other.We cannot coalease our emotions they can never be, the harder we try still we can not fuse them together : it is discrete and kissed him.Discrete: Sam said you cannot live your life with discretely, you have to settle to lead a life:afterall life is not to be lived in a discrete number there has to be some continuity.
And he always asked why not discrete?
He is jolted back to where he is by the sound of overhead flying eagle.He doesnot remember how much time he had been here so he looks at his watch but doesnot sees the time.Time is the last thing he is going to worry.But then again the thought comes to his mind how much time he will stand here?How much time more he has to tell Sam stop telling what to do?How much time more he has to spend with Eva to tell her how much he loves her ? He cannot stand here to eternity.His favourite word eternity which always reminds him of infinity or patience and his quest to know what is beyond infinity.He was always fascinated with the story of the ant who kept falling from the wall and still kept on trying.He was fascinated not by the victory that ant gains but by how much time would the ant continue to toil will it ever give up or die like this trying?Why he is bound by shackles which prevent him from doing what he wants.Why cannot he flow like in a river let the river deciede his destiny why is he tormented by his own thoughts which betray him plot against him and try to bind his freedom not his physical freedom but freedom of his soul.
He has changed his mind its not the time to do what he wanted but time to do what he never did.
Time to flow , time to breathe the air not to live but to feel its coolness inside , taste the water not to quench his thrust but to understand what makes it so pure and time to love not with the aim to get it back but to understand what it is like being in love!!!May be he might die trying but he died trying!!!!