The Dew


It was, indeed, an amazing morning, the cool breeze swept across the urban settlement that I was a part of. I could feel the pollutants hit my face, I felt the need for fresh air. Something that is quite hard to find, but I knew just the place. I took my bicycle out, peddled across all those familiar suburban encroachments of what once was a beautiful city. 
My destination was a miniature forest, at the outskirts but,  almost becoming a part of this ever-growing city.
I cycled into its midst, through which ran a road to connect the two ends of the forest. 
There was this small deviation that I was familiar of, which took me deep into the rare greenery that was so deficit at the place called home.
As I walked past the beauty of it all, I felt the dew wetting my socks. I thought, 
 The dew, ah! One of the most amazing things of nature, that teach us one of the pivotal lessons (yes I might be overdoing this, but, this is how my imagination runs) 
Dew can be the lust in human beings, the thing that occurs almost daily.
We are lustful towards so many things. At times lust can become an obsession and eventually destroy the person all-in-all.  So knowing the difference makes the difference. And that is where the dew comes into the picture! 
You see, if we human beings are flexible, that is, if we could handle lust very well and let it go when it is time, then we represent the grass, and the dew on it would do no harm. 
But, if we are rigid, that is, if we obsess ourselves over one thing, and forget the rest, forget all the other alternatives, we become a piece of iron, my friend, and what does dew do to iron? It seeps in, and when the sun shines, the lust rusts it.
That was one of the best revelations I have had since long, and as I walked into the sunshine filtering through the trees, thinking of how many pieces of iron were lying naked to it, waiting to be rusted.

Photography by Nishanth Bobbili

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