Connecting the dots. Its my own story. Please read it completely if you love your parents....

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Sometimes some words are so powerful that it forces you to think. One such phrase was “connecting the dots” which has inspired me to write this, which was once phrased by Steve Jobs in his speech at Stanford university. Infact this was one of the dots that has lead me to a new path. Similarly there were and are innumerous such dots in every ones lives (even mathematically several dots or points makes a line) which makes a path,but we tend to forget those or we are unable to trace them. No doubt that speech has left an impression,but the dot came into existence one evening when I was in a beach. I was sitting there and observing the tides and there was no pre occupied thoughts in my mind. My eyes were wandering around, suddenly it fall on myown foot prints just about two inches away from me. I started to trace the preceeding steps, I got up from there driven by an unknown force (now I know it was sub conscious mind trying to darken that impression even without my knowledge), I started to follow the foot prints. I recognized them upto few yards then to my astonishment my foot prints got lost among several others’ of various sizes. When I looked wider I observed thousands such existed, but we have never seen them. I gave a try to count them, hardly counted hundred such, then my thought drifted to a new sea where I could see my own reflection and there was no one except me, only there were footmarks of mine and some other people who have left some sort of mark in my life. As I was walking there I saw with my each step, two other pairs of feet were developing their impressions on either sides of me. I was perplexed, I saw behind to find from which place they were following me. I saw afar to the maximum extent and I was surprised to see those steps were ever with me. With more enthusiasm I reversed my direction to find its root cause. I walked for several miles without any hint. Suddenly I made a new observation and it shakened me, I noted that among those three pairs of foot prints that I was following, only my feets were becoming smaller and smaller as I was going backwards, but the foot prints on either sides of me did not change its size. I sat there for a moment and touched those foot prints, and the reality brought tears in my eyes. How can I be so selfish that I could not recognizethem, those were the legs that taught me how to walk. those were there on either sides of me since I was born. Those have stopped me to go near the sea when there were huge tides. Even after knowing the reality, I still continued walking, a moment came when I saw my feets were not walking separately, rather they were over my father’s feet and that reminded me that once upon a time, my father used to sit in his armchair in which he still sits and used to make me stand over his feets and swing it hard, and I used to laugh(sorry I don’t have any words to express those laughter, but we can still experience it by doing the same to another child) and clap my tinyhands and enjoyed the best ride of the world. Every thing was still there, even the arm chair is still there and giving them the right support, still reliable (are we still reliable?). But only I was not there to see those days back together with them.