15 Jul 2010

The First Step

She lay awake even when the sparrows came out of the clock and cooed twice. The sadness was hovering every single night. The rain tip-toed in rhythm; like those A.R.Rehman tunes. She was scared, of everything and the world; the world that had him.

Just then the phone beeped. She opened the message.

“One who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying
She stood from her bed.

She walked out of the room.
She ran towards the hallway.
She climbed the stairs.

She danced the rain, felt the drops tickle her and when she contended, she stepped on the parapet and took a step ahead.

It was the first step towards flying and last towards life.