Crazy hope

The monsoon promised, ‘no aid’. The earth was unreadable. No record of any germination in the recent past. I have protected the seed long enough and I can protect it for the rest of my future. But, it is no better in my hand than in the ground, however futile the chances may be. I leave it there in some crazy hope and start walking! Soon, I’d be long gone and whatever happens will stay with the earth before getting buried in the sands of time.