It is surprising how time flies. More remarkable is the fact that one never realizes when and how it is slipping from their hands. It seems only yesterday when I was in the seventh standard, and my cousin who was settled in the USA, visited us. He came wearing an elegant suit, with big bags and lots of gifts. I heard my parents congratulating him for a big job and forthcoming wedding. He had lots of stories to tell and many anecdotes to share. At that moment, I just wanted to grow up into an adult, and become like him.
I prayed hard to God, then, to give me wings. Not the ordinary ones, which one sees on tiny birds and huge man made contraptions, which are capable of flying across only the physical dimensions of our reality. I wished for the magical kinds, the ones which would let me cross the dimension of time, to whoosh past the dredging school years, to speed up the future toiling years of graduate school and become an independent man, just like my cousin -my role model, who was standing in front of me.
More than 15 years have passed since then..
And time has really flown by. Now as I approach the end of the third decade of my life, I realize how one appreciates time only after it has passed by. It looks long or short depending upon what is your frame of reference, whether you are looking forward waiting for time to start, or glancing back when the time has become a memory. From where I am standing, the years have passed by like days.
In school, when I was in seventh standard, Ms. Ambadar’s thirty minutes history class seemed longer than my entire life yet as I look back on it today.
Today, I got a call from the same cousin, he was visiting India. I was standing in front of the mirror, combing my hair. I saw a few strands of white hair lurking behind the black ones. The freshness of a child’s face has given way to the hardened look that come from maturity. A pouch of belly fat lay hidden behind the Louis Phillipe Shirt —I resolved to start cardio, again.
The man in the mirror looked at me with a strange look, unable to comprehend the mystery of time. I stood a little longer in front of the mirror today. The call from my cousin, my role model from my childhood, made me conscious of what I had achieved and what not, what I have grown up into and the change in situations, as compared to his first visit.
One thing hasn’t changed though —I still look forward to his visits like that seventh class kid. But this time, I wasn’t wishing time to fly by.
Also published on Medium.