It's a fleeting world , I realized

There is a girl who is fond of little things. Little things like feeding ants sugar cubes. Ladybirds thrill her. She likes to watch sundown. Even sunset. She wants to know how spores turn into fungi so soon. And how   wind can turn into a tornado in seconds. She fell asleep earlier than usual one night. Before anybody else she was woken up the next day.  Gleaming rays of the sun were playing on her eyelids and woke her up.

Staying curled, a while on bed her eyes got tucked in a cobweb, shining like gold. Sunrise has casted orange on it. There was a brisk wind sweeping outside. The cobweb rocked back and forth.

Glass panes illuminated with colors made by the sunbeams. They changed time to time. From pink to blue. Looked yellowish at times. She leaned onto the window. With toes up. Gazed outside carefully. Her nose flattened against the glass window. The sky was filled with shades of red. From palest to deep crimson. There were splashes of pink rays. And some purplish blue patches. Here and there. Like spots formed from leaked ink.  Alluring.

Pic by Akila Peiris

She withdrew herself from the window. There was a nose print of hers left on the glass. The glass was misted up. She felt moist. The girl wanted her fingers on the print. But it didn’t take a long while. The mark vanished. In seconds.  The quick disappearance puzzled her.

Walk outside on a cold day. You see your breath as you exhale. And disappears in the air. It comes and goes in every new breath you take. When you take a hot shower, the bathroom mirror fogs or steams up. How long will you think this lasts for? Not hours. Probably. The mirror will soon get back to its original state. Clean and clear. If you have ever driven on the road on a rainy day, there’s something you would notice always. You will see fogged car windows. When windows are fogged you won’t see anything outside. This is why vehicles turn on their Air conditioners. To fix it sooner. Air conditioners remove the moisture inside the vehicles. Every time it fogs, the windows are been cleared. The process happens so fast.  Calculating isn’t possible. Sometimes we just don’t notice it happening.

You can write with your finger on fogged windows. Have you noticed that it won’t last long? They get washed away with new raindrops that fall on it. And then the fog forms again. Again you draw. And again it disappears. All happens at a rate of knots.

Say it’s a hot day. And to beat the heat you grab a bottle filled with cold water. A few minutes later you see the the glass coated with ‘sweat’ like water drops. The frost layer that was formed for hours is gone now.

Here’s a little exercise for you.  Wake up a bit early the next morning. Go out. Take a look at your garden. Watch the grass, plants and tress carefully. You might see small drops of water on them. It is dew. Not rain water. Dew drops are only in the morning. When sun rises high, brighter and hotter, they go away.

We like to play with water bubbles. Or with soap bubbles. Did you know that they burst as they rise up? Bubbles have a short life. They burst so fast. So fast that it pops up even before you try to catch them. I was taught that bubbles blow up because of oxygen in air that it reacts with.

Think of footprints in sea sand. Every step you keep on wet sand makes a mark of your feet. But they die with sea water. As you walk, there is foot print made. When one gets washed, another is formed.

This is how things are in a fleeting world. Even sunrise and sunset.  You don’t see the colors that form them always. May be that’s why we are so amazed by sunset and sunrise. Things change so fast. Like the falling rain that turns in seconds to a hot, sunny moment. Or a flickering lamp, a phantom or a dream. So do us. We are happy. Then sad. Angry. We feel difficulty and fear in loss.  

‘Change’ was  more prominent a few months old. Like the endless cross -overs and cross -backs in the occurring politics. 

Nothing disobeys ata lo dahama .