Saturday 7 May 2016

The Divine Intervention

He opened his eyes to a new world. There was no need for an alarm. Warm sunshine and the cool morning breeze conspired with the curtains at his window to brush the trance of sleep off him. This was Utopia.

The world revolved around the sun so he could experience daylight and the dark; the beauty of light and serenity of the night. The world rotated on its axis to accommodate his yearning for the warmth of summer, the falling leaves of autumn , the chill of winter and the freshness of spring – he wanted to touch all the colours of life, and to feel alive. Everyday, as the sunshine woke him up, his royal breakfast awaited him as he took a long steaming shower. After feasting, he changed into his perfectly ironed, creaseless dressing gown, only to find a well-oiled vehicle ready to take him to places. Nobody dared stop him at the entrance of the gardens of knowledge, for he possessed the golden ticket. His trips to these gardens were all sponsored ‘til it was time to fruition and time to fare forth. As he stepped on to the big stage, ready to take on the world, it was easy to notice that he had an unfair advantage on the battlefield. Fate always seemed to favour him. The dice always rolled the odds in his favour. His cards were all aces. At every turn, there were just uneven, unfair advantages that propelled him to success. He was destined to succeed – he was the “Sun”. It wasn’t what he initially thought. “Son”. NOW he got it right.

His mother’s sweet voice echoed – “It is time to wake up, my world.” He didn’t want to wake up from this dream, failing to realize that reality was more beautiful.

This is just an attempt to pay tributes to the parents; our sunshine and our world, our golden tickets and trump cards, our north star and good fortunes. Heaven is real. It is your mother’s perfection, your father’s sacrifice; they move the world so that we can sleep at night, live by day. No words can do justice to these unsung superheroes in our lives. No action reciprocates their selflessness.

But we can try. We owe it to them and to ourselves.

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