The walk turned out to be quite interesting today
The leaf is young
She is watching the world around her
As the older leaves are changing colours
As the fruits turn ripe and fall to the ground
And she is wondering
What would be her fate in the bargain?
She looks around to the fellow leaves on the trees
And instinctively rejects them all
Too green, too yellow,
Too small, too big
Too dull, too shiny
Day by day
She looks around
She looks at the sun
Soaks up the sun and wonders
When will the day be over so that
She can experience the warmth of the morning sun
She asks where she has come from
What’s her baggage to deliver in this lifetime
She is searching
All the time searching
One day, a group of masons line up
Right under the base of the big family tree
And she sees the humans working with some grubby grey stuff
There is some excitement around her
At last!
She watches as they lay the grey stuff on the roads
And notices the marks left by them with their boots
Big patchy podgy bookmarks on the pavement
And then the humans work again to smoothen the surface
The process of making a mark made sense to the young leaf
She started understanding little by little
The importance of a “mark”
What if it’s not removed or cleaned or smoothened
Would it stay there, like forever?
And if more such marks are made like layers
On top of one another, would they become stronger marks
And would that make it immortal
Big or small
Dull or shiny
Short or tall
In falling on the wet ground,
Would she become an immortal mark
Would she leave her “imprint” and
Make this pavement beautiful?
In falling, would she have delivered
Her “baggage”?
And she decided to do just that.
In the morning hours of a chilly fall
She simply unhinged herself
And Fell!
The humans came
They looked at the solitary leaf on the cemented pavement
Hurled out a few words in annoyance
Nothing but just one leaf
They decided to leave it alone.
The rest of the path was smooth, shiny and grey and just one leaf
Next morning the cement dried
And the leaf was brushed away
And to everyone’s astonishment
Under the dry leaf,
Laid the most remarkable imprint of the baby leaf
The baby leaf
Delivered its baggage on earth.
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