chinks of light

Saw the Picture of This 7 yr old boy, one of the National Bravery Award Winners, in a major news headline.. Smiling.. saluting.. the smile and eyes wide in another attempt at a brave front.. vying with shadows of remnant pain that could not find a niche in a moment seeped with joy..

Ankit Rai had been kidnapped last year and when the parents were unable to pay the ransom, left tied to a railway-line.. he managed to somehow free his legs and one arm but still one arm got severed under the train.. none can imagine the trauma of the kidnapping.. the chilling hopelessness of any support system at the refusal of the parents.. or the mindless terror at facing impending death.. cruel.. painful.. curdling.. and to function at such a time.. the frantic urgency attempting to escape.. the images swimming around amidst the painful untying of knots.. and the sheer agony at severing a limb under a moving train..


God bless this little soul.. and countless others.. for none could survive if we could not move on.. like the changing seasons.. days and nights.. human beings too live with darkness and light.. crushed one moment.. smiling another.. holding faded memories of pain and loss.. like a bad dream.. and hope tiptoes it's way inside again..

in this sequence of life events.. wearing the guise of fate or destiny.. our 'feat' determine the 'density' of any wind pushing us maybe a breath away.. the 'blessing' like an undying flame.. flickering or steady.. in breathtaking chinks.. personifies the message.. ""we'll see""..