FISHING THE BUNNIES

‘Fishing the cobwebs’ would have suited the title more, looking at my state of mind; and that’s how it functions, keeps rolling in the past back and forth, place to place. But the very idea of absurdity of this phrase brings me here. Cobwebs signify old, gone by things, memories; a net we tend to get trapped in. In all this, a bizarre thought of bunnies brings me to my teddy looking at me with a sweet smile, which I know would never fade; this look, that would ever change and the little heart it holds wishing me birthday, who I know would say nothing but “Happy Birthday”, no longer makes this thought bizarre but a reminder of all the good things in life, all the love and affection I share, all the comfort I enjoy, the good deeds I did, the beautiful flowers in the vase, the little kids running on the street, the sunshine, beauty of the full moon I saw last night, the refreshing fragrance of the damp earth, the mischiefs that made mom frown and then smile at me; the worries and anxiety before my interview, the long waiting session and finally hearing my name from a stranger on whom my eyes were glued with expectations, whose name I still don’t know, the boundaries of whose face may fade out but the voice loud and clear, giving me joy, happiness and a cause for celebration.

Wow, a thought so beautiful and amazing, giving me this natural high, feeling so light and simply happy, picturing life so simple and the air so soothing, I ever felt before.

I never thought those cute bunnies from my childhood and this little teddy sitting next to my bed, could make me feel the same joy like my childhood days, the same simplicity of life back then.