Casual…

At Crossroads

I saw myself in an unknown land, roads snow ladden and dark. Electric lights of distant houses seemed inviting and appeared as the only source of comfort. Stars peeping out through the early twilight made the road all the more frightning and sneaky. A ghostly crescent moon threw fading beams of milky light in the pitch darkness. My torch flickered a snakey beam to discover not one but four roads criss crossing each other. I found myself standing exactly at the crossroad. All four roads were unknown to me and yet I had to choose one of the roads. I wondered whether I really had a choice or whether the land and the roads were choosing me? Tormented by the compulsion of a need to make a decision, I stood sweating, flinching, afraid of a wrong choice. I had never thought crossroads can be so disastrous. They seemed innocent in known palces, but now they threatned my existence . A single wrong step would lead me to a blind,dangeorus alley. I prayed relentlessly and for a second felt that I would not like budging one step from the place where I currently stood. The crossroad had transformed into a warm comforting womb which sheltered me from the most troubling aspect of my life…the compulsion of making choices. I then realized I was standing on the crossroads of night and day, life and death, of trodden and untrodden and of path and no path; a crossroad of too many choices. But I knew I had to move , I had to take a step into the darkness…
Suddenly I woke up and realized it was just a dream…but an early morning dream. I was snuggling comfortably in my bed. But was it a dream? I still wonder…

Annapurna