Breathe in and then breathe out 3 times
Take your journal and a pen.open it on a page. Write an answer to the question.
Sit down take a deep breath, close your eyes focus your attention on the area in your body where you feel emotions being bottled up . Say yourself “it hurts . I feel it. I feel these emotions . I am letting it be. I am letting it hurt . It is okay”
Freedom made the decision in 3 days . Transferred within 2 weeks . one of the most important and yet one of the easiest decisions in my life …
Everywhere people go about their daily chores in a confusing quietude. unfettered and unratted it moves on making ripples by the shikaras. But only a moment later the waters, returns back to normalcyy, it is quintessential serene self. No matter what happens flowers remain blooming hope and life . No matter who survives and who looses , it is always spring in the boat of mr wonderful flower man dilawar. Flowers in his boat and valley come to life and thrive each day turning a blind eye towards the past and remaining less curious about future.
Dilwar offers flowers and boasts of having seeds of all kinds in his boat as he precariously sits at the edge of the long boat wading his way through mossy waters with lilies and lotus es giving company on either side. No matter what happens , who is left behind , there is always spring in his boat . Dilawar is spring in itself . Dilawar is not only the custodian of spring , heis the tresure of the valleys history , it's flowers , bulbs, dal, growing preserving flowers and also it is changing seasons.
The hull of his boat is painted in bright colours , blooming flowers deepened by the darkness of the dusk , bulb of his flowers in baskets and an album that has the photographs of all the beauty of flowers of the valley ! Clear water holding glimpses of the mountain , their blurred images returning to stillness as the water settles , the sound of the oars disturbing the moment and last embers of the sunlight colouring up the sunset sky…
At a distance his lanky body on his narrow slimy cut boat merging with the silhouette of the char chinar as he wanes away to return again with the sun moving across the horizon. LIFE AND SPRING WILL CONTINUE TO FLOWER IN THE VALLEY….
