Broken Bridges

The bridge is weak. Made of mainly wood, weeds. The strongest part of it being a few threads of jute rope. It was build a year and a half ago. The current is very strong. The flow of the water is obviously in one direction. Thus making one side of the bridge at the receiving end, more vulnerable than the other side.

It will sustain itself. For wood is strong. But for how long is the question. While I sit at the bank and see the bridge go through the trauma every day, I ask myself if I should maybe call an engineer, ask him how long the bridge would last. Should we break this one on purpose and build a new one. Or should we ask people to take a detour.

While I also think…let time be the engineer. Let it decide if the bridge stays intact. The bridge is weak…very weak…one leg almost broken. Seems like time has made its decision. And it’s only making the process unnecessarily slow.

What will happen the day time implements its decision. The bridge breaks. Hurting everybody who has traveled through the bridge, hurting everyone who built it, or was in any way attached to it.

But we fail to realize, time the destroyer…is the healer, the constructor too. As time passes…we forget about the old bridge. The engineer will be called for. A plan for a new stronger bridge will be laid down. While the debris of the old bridge has been swept away with the flow-strong flow of water.

We will use the new, concrete, strong bridge everyday to travel. And maybe once in a while think about the old bridge, and how it was build.

But the fact would be that we have moved on….all we had to do was wait for time to do its magic.

Love

Ankita

Dedicated to all my friends who are going to a tough phase.