Ripe fruit are sweet; they are the gift of the season. But unripe tart Kinnows have a taste unparalleled. Their fresh orange skin soothes the senses, and excites you to do something new; something out of the box. In my small green garden, these Kinnows serve as the morning friends. Today, while eating a slice of Kinnow, I luckily had a pen in my hand.
And when the first rays of rising sun strike the skin, I feel lost in the scenario. The birds chirp; and sitting on the cozy grass helps to blur the real picture of life for a moment.
Yes, sometimes in life, when the burden is unbearable, we want to dispossess our body; we want to run away from our present life; run hard, so hard that we may find a corner to this world. We are fit into a system on a specific place, is there a way out? Or we will always keep working like machines? Why does the hammer always have to strike at the same point? Why can’t we find space for something new, something crazy in our routines? Do all these intrinsic thoughts have some meaning? Do all these voices need a speak-out or should they be buried deep inside our heart?
There’s always a kid, a tart Kinnow inside you. He cries a lot, he wants someone to listen to him. His sobs blend up altogether to make a chorus; we ignore it most of the times. We don’t sing this chorus to anyone; because it looks odd. The world wants you to always look mature and tight-knot; because everyone likes sweet oranges.
Most of us think that if we tried to go against the winds, we would be blown away; this fear is the biggest disease. It keeps us away from the real joys of life. This fear is the one which forbids us from dancing in the rain; and this fear had lead us to the biggest phobia of the millennium:
“What would people think?”
I really miss my childhood, when I didn’t care of any such crap. I jumped and laughed whenever I wanted to. I shouted as much as I could. When I didn’t like someone, I could yell out and when I liked someone, I could hug him. I had not to remember so many passwords; I had not to worry if people liked my photos or not; I had not to think about my appearance, my cosmetics. It was all my world, a beautiful world.
Throughout the years, I built many walls around me; a wall of decency; a wall of maturity, and a wall of social norms. And this is the story of all of us, we say whatever the society wants us to say, and we swallow whatever they don’t like. But if this was the case, what was the idea of wisdom? If he had to go through the same road every time, for whom are the other thousand ways?
As a matter of fact, diversity is what describes us all. The world cherishes the memories of those who went out of the way and built a new castle out of sand. But we are obsessed with the idea of going with the flow. The only thing we need to understand is that we are not here to survive, but live.
Live your life the way you want to, a new way; sing your chorus; dance freely.
By the time I eat the last slice, I wish these Kinnows could remain tart forever.
A fire fly 