Life is but a dew drop, A Fragile Dew Drop on its Perilous way..
A ‘Fragile Dew Drop’ precariously balanced on the edge of the leaf blade glistening as the sunrays pass across its suspended weight. Why did this metaphor put a smile on my face?
Mundane tasks of life include buying groceries. And it was just another day, when I was duty bound to carry the groceries for the week. Yet standing by the side of the road I was thinking of the metaphor. I was dressed in office formals, brown trousers a pullover in a slightly rounded shade of maroon-red but what made me stand tall was a dainty pair of cream-brown stilettos. And what a day to be caught on the wrong foot with the little rain, rushing traffic and the ordeal of crossing the road to buy the groceries. I stood there on one side of the road and the store stood on the opposite. My immediate mission was to maneuver through the wild rush of traffic with the splattering rain balancing my umbrella and my heels and reach the store. Yet I stood there listening to the splattering rain and the swishing-vrooming bikes and cars smiling inwardly at my predicament. I was looking at the lights, the shadows, and the sounds all rushing past me, tearing through the rain drops. Disturbing my reverie, old Mr. Prudence queried “Why the trouble of ‘the balancing act’ in a pair of heels?” Always ready to argue his case, today he slyly tries to make his point by asking an innocent, ‘Why?’ He had a little irritated look, having borne the click-clack of my heels on the marbled floor through the day and now the near ‘sinking feeling’ as I stood on loose moist mud on the side of the road. Can I think of something intelligent in my defense? I turn my gaze to the approaching vehicles, and after doing a quick math, I stride across. Deftly I balance, I walk, I run and reach the other end. Miss vanity gives a flushed smile (intelligent defense)! I stand on the divider; I have another road to cross before I make it to the store. After another little pause I am again briskly walking tall across the road and into the store.
I always wonder standing on the billing counter why do I have to shop as if there is to be no tomorrow. And why don’t I realize the bigger the bags get, the heavier they are to carry! Late realization and here I am again running, hopping maneuvering through the traffic. I walk balancing myself on a pair of heels with an umbrella and now with two additional bags of grocery as well. The road to my home is stony and uneven, so I am again routing-rerouting, meandering, tip-toeing my way through. It’s not a cake walk I know nor is life. A metaphor again!
A ‘Fragile Dew Drop’ precariously balanced on the edge of the leaf blade glistening as the sunrays pass across its suspended weight. Why did this metaphor put a smile on my face?
Mundane tasks of life include buying groceries. And it was just another day, when I was duty bound to carry the groceries for the week. Yet standing by the side of the road I was thinking of the metaphor. I was dressed in office formals, brown trousers a pullover in a slightly rounded shade of maroon-red but what made me stand tall was a dainty pair of cream-brown stilettos. And what a day to be caught on the wrong foot with the little rain, rushing traffic and the ordeal of crossing the road to buy the groceries. I stood there on one side of the road and the store stood on the opposite. My immediate mission was to maneuver through the wild rush of traffic with the splattering rain balancing my umbrella and my heels and reach the store. Yet I stood there listening to the splattering rain and the swishing-vrooming bikes and cars smiling inwardly at my predicament. I was looking at the lights, the shadows, and the sounds all rushing past me, tearing through the rain drops. Disturbing my reverie, old Mr. Prudence queried “Why the trouble of ‘the balancing act’ in a pair of heels?” Always ready to argue his case, today he slyly tries to make his point by asking an innocent, ‘Why?’ He had a little irritated look, having borne the click-clack of my heels on the marbled floor through the day and now the near ‘sinking feeling’ as I stood on loose moist mud on the side of the road. Can I think of something intelligent in my defense? I turn my gaze to the approaching vehicles, and after doing a quick math, I stride across. Deftly I balance, I walk, I run and reach the other end. Miss vanity gives a flushed smile (intelligent defense)! I stand on the divider; I have another road to cross before I make it to the store. After another little pause I am again briskly walking tall across the road and into the store.
I always wonder standing on the billing counter why do I have to shop as if there is to be no tomorrow. And why don’t I realize the bigger the bags get, the heavier they are to carry! Late realization and here I am again running, hopping maneuvering through the traffic. I walk balancing myself on a pair of heels with an umbrella and now with two additional bags of grocery as well. The road to my home is stony and uneven, so I am again routing-rerouting, meandering, tip-toeing my way through. It’s not a cake walk I know nor is life. A metaphor again!
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