Tree At The Diversion

I stood at the barrier, the very first day of a new phase in my life. With feet demanding to step forward and eyes glancing back, I had my heart heavy. It wasn’t the fear of entering an unknown domain, wasn’t even the nostalgia of leaving home clogging my throat; it was knowing that I didn’t want to be here and yet I was. It was the fear of not finding a small hope, a little courage to make the transition by choice.

Have you ever traveled through a diversion? When you know, it is for time being that you are walking the unfamiliar road, it is only a matter of time when the diversion would lead you back to the more often traveled route. The world inside the barrier was a diversion. A diversion from the road I had dreamt of traveling.

Where? From where do I find my tiny little hope? Just tell me that this is only a diversion. Just when the despair was about to crack my collected senses, a dew drop fell on my cheek. I would have shrugged it off, but a soft muffled breeze tickled the fluffy tree overhead. The cool shower of dew-drops and calm melody of ruffling of leaves enchanted my otherwise solemn action. And I stood below a billowing tree with sunshine dripping through drenched branches. Bright blooming yellow flowers adorned the branches in volumes, tipping them towards ground. The refreshing greens peeked from here and there. With golden sunrays splitting through them, I felt gloriously lit; from inside.

Standing under the protective cove of the tree at diversion, the sky looked clearer, bluer; the roads smoother and firm under my feet. Everything felt beautiful, in sync with me. The world inside looked promising, offering me a newer vision.

And with my tiny hope found, shining brilliantly in my heart, I said, “Lets explore a new diversion in my life.”