دریچئہ خیال

Has it ever happened to you that a vague thought comes to mind, and it becomes clearer and clearer with every passing moment until it occupies every inch of your mind?  I have a garden of first love in my heart, much like the one where we used to play in our childhood. It has tulips and roses of beautiful memories. I used to water them every day, but I’ve intentionally abandoned it for the past two years. I have blocked the passages of air and blood to that part of my heart. Yesterday, I peered through the foggy window into that garden and was amazed. Guess what? It was still there! Someone had planted fresh rose canes this summer. Who planted them? Who let the air come in? Who takes care of the grass? Who is the gardener? She bought a new dress and jhumkas for an event and asked me if the jhumkas contrasted with the dress. I said no, and she smiled, knowing I’m not good with colors.  And life continues...