what is life …. ?

…..Basis what happened today with Vikas and Sakhi, I could not sleep. My mind was not stable, I took a cup of coffee, switched off the light and sat on my chair, kept the coffee on the study table and was looking outside the window. It was raining. Fresh cool breeze coming through the window and touching my face, it was soothing. I was looking at the cast of huge pepal tree near my window. I stretched my right hand, touched the leaves and water drops… I felt alive. Then took a sip of coffee and kept looking at leaves and water falling on it.. A pure/fresh water droplet dropped from one leaf to the next one just below it and got broken into 100s of smaller drops and some of these 100 drops fall on other leaves and similar process continued and finally fall on earth only to submerge and loss its identity. One such drop took a long jump and fell directly into my coffee due to which few tiny coffee drops splashed on my hand. That helped me in coming out from my thoughts. I quickly took a tissue from the corner of the table and wiped my hand as coffee was hot. At the same time, my eyes goes to clock.. It is 2:45 AM. I wanted to go to bed but couldn’t. I took a sip of coffee and decided to enjoy the view, sound of rain and cold breeze for few more minutes. Looking at water drops on leaves, for a second I felt as if it is telling our story of life. We come to this world as a pure child and then our surrounding start putting impurities inside us and we become something else. Then in the process of making our life better, we impact others life or others impact our life and by doing this we make long lasting impact on others ( some good.. mostly bad ). One statement made by us can be twisted in so many ways which sometimes breaks you into 100s of pieces. Then you collect and console yourself, only to do the same mistake again and breaking yourself into 100s of more pieces. What you don’t realize is, every time when you do so, you loses a part of you. The Original you ! And this goes on as long as life is there and finally it stops only when you get submerged into the mother earth. Life is a journey where you are expected to keep killing a part of you as you travel to the destination of death ? And is it why a child smiles 400 times a day vs most of us adults smiles only 20 times a day ? While my mind was questioning these theories, my husband came to me, put his left hand on my right shoulder and said “Dhani ! , come get some sleep. Tomorrow early morning, we need to go to Vikas’s house for helping in funeral arrangement”