Time… and hope

This was a picture taken during our recent trip to Wayanad. It remains one of my favorites, a snapshot in time which makes me think.. and wonder

To me, it depicts the eternal flow of time , from the old to the new; the seamless flow from the sleepy, ancient ruins of a forgotten temple still basking in its long-lost, yester-year glory to the vibrant, modern perspective of a young lady looking ahead, ready to take on what the future has to offer and make the world her own. It’s a cycle, the “chakra” of time each and every one of us go through, irrespective of whether we want to or not; somehow, this seems to capture the essence of life - albeit in reverse order. We start off by daring to stare at the future, ready to take on the next big challenge and scale greater heights; then someday, somehow we find ourselves peeping back longingly into those glory days. And THAT moment, as the past takes over from the future, as regrets start taking the place of dreams, we become old. Wouldn’t it be so much nicer to never let that happen, to never let our past catch up with our present and taint our future, to always have the fire of eternal hope and optimism, unshaken belief and unabashed curiosity burning brightly in our lives?

PS: A special thanks to the subject, this picture (and a lot of other things as well :) ) would be incomplete without her; an even bigger thanks to the friend who allowed me to use his DSLR for this :)

PPS: I chanced across something very similar to “regrets start taking the place of dreams” somewhere else; just can’t remember where though :)