A moment that came and....went

It’s very strange how you wake up in the morning; completely unaware of what the day holds in store for you and for once in a yellow sun, least concerned about it too; and then when it finally does unfold, as it does, it catches you completely off guard, and time takes you for a ride through heaven and, by the time it sinks in, that you have had one of the best days of your life; a day you are bound to remember for all your days to come, a day you are going to relive in your memory for a lifetime; it is night. The joyride is over. It was like that pleasant shower of rain you had been waiting for, all along, in this desert and that took you totally off guard, and by the time you could come back to your senses and stretch out your palms wide to collect a few extra handfuls of that precious water…the clouds, those lovely grey clouds your eyes longed to see, have been blown away by the mighty winds to lands unknown, who are as thirsty as the land you stand on, or maybe even more.
It is very strange how, one moment you are brooding if it's right to even consider yourself lucky to be born, and the very next moment you are sure that you are born to be lucky. It takes just one moment, for time to redeem your faith in your destiny. And this moment lingers in the corridors of your memory when everything else has departed, or has faded away under the dust of time, that seems to settle on it in growing magnitude with every passing moment.
That moment did not announce its arrival or make a pompous entry like the many other moments that do, but can never stand the test of time. It just sneaked in from a small window somewhere and you did not even see it as it entered. There was so much chaos in your head. You were not in your senses to notice it. Neither did it hang around for very long. But for the little time that it did, it brought heaven to you. And you weren’t even sure if it was for real. You kept watching transfixed, sure that like those many hollow times that had preceded this, this too will just play with your senses and then disappear into nothingness; leaving you, so empty, so disheartened and mocking the very foundations of the tower of hope you erected in your heart.
But it did not, it stayed not for long; but for the time that it did, it made an imprint on your soul that is there to last. The ball went up in the air.From what you had seen in the times before, you were so sure that it will land in those stands you wished you were in. You could feel something like a dagger run through that tower. That’s when the ball landed safely into the hands of a fielder, and...and, India had won the world cup. You could not believe what you had just seen. You climbed on top of the chair you were sitting on and started screaming harder than your lungs permitted you to. The celebrations followed. There was a lot of noise. This was to welcome the moment everyone was going to cherish for a long time. But, just as it had come uninvited, it sneaked out quietly; out of a backdoor somewhere; leaving you feeling happy and elated. It had done its job. It had instilled the hope in you, the hope you will need to hold on to, the hope you will have to hang on to, the next time the ball will go up in the air…

And for an age of mornings that come, you welcome every one of them with your eyes wide open, with your jaws and your fists clenched firm….sure, that today is going to be like that moment, like that moment you once lived. Maybe today, you are going to get to visit heaven one more time... the way you did, when India won the world cup….