Today as I made my way through the same pathway, suddenly felt it has never changed and only me, I am changing every year.

Those were the days when I sprinted across the pathway to my school and no time to even look at it with so much of clarity, then came a time my college days where I always wondered how many used this path daily, still the stone has not lost its shape, the rainy days as I went through here sometime slippery sometime tiny grass waylaid in between the stones, made me feel a decoration of nature for the ordinary looking stone.

I suddenly vanished after the studies marriage in a different city, only to come back and this time was walking carrying my first baby, and the pathway stood in shape nothing lost; only I lost my sprinting and slowed down a lot from those times.

Again carrying my first baby I ran across to the studio to take the first picture as I crossed I had to be very alert so I don’t drop my baby down, the pathway a silent spectator to many of my feelings in life..

Time again when I was pregnant for the second time full term and taking my elder one for the first day in school. Along with me two small little feet and I had to be careful she never tripped here in the very pathway. The silent spectator always amused and smiled.

Many a time I just could not run across as the children were running ahead to catch up with them to go shopping, the same pathway saw me standing with my hands on hip unable to run ahead. The marriage arrangements of my child and so many occasions, how many a time I might had crossed engrossed in my thoughts and again to day as I walk I see the pathway has never lost its shape only me and my mind, as I walk across I bring back those memories, the season changed, the years have gone by, my age has mellowed still the stone on the pathway never changed its shape.

We are the perishables among the non perishables who witness all our movement and smile with nature. Do they stop us? To say something, we go away but then so many more years are still left in the pathway to serve the innumerable stampede of human in their cycle of life….sunkan