I wish…

View of the garden…

I wish I was standing on the balcony of my room in Kashmir and it is spring morning…I can feel the cool air blow and I think of school, and get reminded that I have to locate my white uniform. Other ordeal is to find the white ribbon which somehow always goes missing in the morning, especially when I am late to catch the school bus.

I wish I was standing on the balcony of my room in Kashmir and it is raining and the rain drops splash on my cheeks…I see the trees swerve through the air as it gets windy. The distant mountains gloss after the rain and shine when the sun comes out through the clouds…in a distance I see the rainbow…I keep watching till it disappears in the black clouds again.

I wish I was standing on the balcony of my room in Kashmir and it is autumn…everything pale and dry…I see the last few patches of green grass covered with withered and brown leaves. I can smell the leaves burning at a distance…the last leaf of the tree falling down gently as the wind carries it to my neighbors’ garden.

I wish I was standing on the balcony of my room in Kashmir and it is winter…its snowing and I look up and get lost in the falling snow flakes…not realizing when my glare reaches the ground following the course of a falling flake. I see the flakes emanating from no where as if God is showering white petals on me…and I am lost in a dream land of calm and peace.

I wish I was standing on the balcony of my room in Kashmir and there is thunder and lightening…I sit there waiting to sight a crack in the sky…the thunder following it…the endless beauty of the dark sky and the white lines cracking through it…you see everything in a flash and then it is suddenly lost in the dark…

I wish I was standing on the balcony of my room in Kashmir and it is a starry night…I stand there watching the stars…looking for my favorite constellation…hoping to see a shooting star…see the stars twinkling…..thinking about the wonders of God…how far away they are yet how beautiful they look…

I wish I was standing on the balcony of my room in Kashmir and it is a full moon night…sighting the moon from behind the trees…breathing in the fresh air…and enjoying the cool breeze…..”Hello!”, calls my sister, “Mummy is calling for dinner”. How I wish….

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3 Responses

  1. I am back at home… and many wishes hav come true

    .. but yet…

    I wish I could go back in time … the good old days…

    I guess we never stop wishing….

  2. Kashmir…Home…Nostalgia!

  3. What a wonderful portrayal of the times we all would have spent there.

    After reading your thoughts, there is just one word that comes to my mind.. Brilliant

    Keep it up… Don’t know why I took this long to read this.

    Juz A Kashmiri
    (Back after a long interlude)

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