Cutting Loose

Yet, there was a time when–despite growing up on a farm in the dusty plains of Punjab–jumping into a tube-well was the very epitome of adventure. Forbidden to the young ladies (read eight & nine-year-olds) of the house, for the sake of safety and propriety, it was nonetheless the very cynosure of their artless and flawed intrigues towards that end.

To watch from afar, as all the kids of the entire universe (so evident to a couple of pairs of envious eyes) gleefully squealed and splashed around in a small reservoir under the full force of surging water, was not only unfair, it was downright cruel! No amount of begging, sulking or tantrums budged the tyrant-parents. Till one summer afternoon, quite unexpectedly, they finally relented.

Bursting with joy, we bounded through the fields–our concerned yet helpless minders trying to keep pace–to promptly experience what thus far had seemed unattainable. I don’t recollect much of what I may have really felt at that time–it has been over three decades since–but that bath remains unparalleled.

It may not quite have been an Elephant Bath, nor a Polar Plunge; nor for that matter, a Desert Shower. It was, indeed, that defining moment that would come to shape my own life philosophy:  To live, breathe in, and experience every single moment in time; not because I must, or need to, or want to, but because I can. Because I am alive. Because being alive is awesome.

Image credit: fellow itinerant Sohail Abid. The photograph is of Kheiwa, that village in Jhang, Pakistan, where Mirza-Sahiban grew up together.