11/10/2021
The wind today has a message for us. “It is time” she says, resulting and rattling as she sways through the falling leaves. Birthed in the icy mountains of the North she descends on the plains with a simple message, “it is time”.
She knows so much; she has seen so many. The wind is an impartial observer, a medium, a messenger. “It is time” has been her message since the dawn of time. She has witnessed civilizations rise and crumble. Observed the worst and the best of humans from birth till there final breaths. From her icy touch no loves lived or unfulfilled escaped.
“It is time”, she prophecies each year over and over again. Yet her message is audible to those who want to hear.
You ask, “time for what?”
Well, every year the first snow of the Himalaya and Hindukush mark the beginning of winter of us plain dwellers. We do not get snow rather the wind kindly brings us a message through her chilly and dry breezes. Wise ones like this leaf hear her out and prepare for change.
This message is for all. Beast and human alike. From a farmer harvesting rice to an aged barber working his sessors under a lonely banyan tree. From the birds that see fruits turning to seed to the water chestnut ponds ready to give. Each has a message from the wind. There are no bounds of kind, class, religion, creed or colour. It is a message for all. “It is time”, she softly reveals yet with a certain degree of sharpness in the rusty gushes that she brings.
Time for change.
That is what this wind reminds me. Reminds us. Reminds them. Life is never static. Each day is new. Age old principles and problems renewed. Each day is a choice. Each day says “it is time” to choose.
The change of seasons is just one way to remember the true nature of time. Thus, let us try to embrace this passing time and prepare for me. Let us not be afraid of change. Let us overcome loss and find a way to navigate. Let us be prepare for “it is time” she says.