Time

If time was depict-able, what would it be ?

A line as in timeline ?
A piece of paper-like that somehow could fold, having the edge meet the other edge and create a moment called ‘De Javu’ (just like in the De Javu Movie) ?
Or perhaps a ‘wheel’ as in ‘Kalachakra’ ?

I was sitting on a bar-like balcony the other night, trying not to trip on a glass of mojito I ordered, and watch this magical picture of time under a sparkling air of fireworks art.

It was a flow. That night, I would depict time as a flow, a current. I was enjoying that glass of mojito when I finally figured that the time is depicting itself as a flow through the traffic flow.

It was really interesting to watch the flow of people as they gathered in that particular spot to greet the changing of time measurement. The flow had a speed. At first it was pretty high, and in time sense, I would call this as ‘get carried away’. Then it slowed down and finally stopped in a particular moment. In time wise I would call this as ‘conscious’. And when it stopped completely, I would call this as ‘crystalized’. Then the speed increased again.

So is time, in my imagination. A flow and it has a speed. We are all riding that flow. When we feel time flies, it might due to we’re getting carried away. When we can feel things are slowing down and clarity is its benefit, we are conscious. And when sometimes we feel the world froze out, just stop, voila! We get the crystals of our lives.

Time after time, I can’t remember I had so many crystals within a year than last year in my current lifetime. The most precious came along and I gave it up. My regret and pain shows me how precious that crystal was.

But the beauty about time is that it is a never ending flow. My flow, when I gave him up, might stop and up until now I’ve gone nowhere, but not for someone else. Someone else might have the fastest flow of their time right now.

I find it beautiful. Time is beautiful. That night, I just looked at the picture of time in its closest sense of my mind.


And I didn’t even drunk at all, just sat and missed my 'Bhumi' in the deepest sense.