Once upon a time there was a boy, who, for the lack of anything better to do, roamed around in the woods surrounding his village. He was unaware of the miles he travelled, the steps he took everyday ’cause he never counted them. He was lost in the blissful beauty of his own world. Until, one day, he reached the top of a mountain and although , he was used to the natural beauty of the place, that day, he found a door standing there by the edge of a cliff.
It was a big , strong, green door, with a thick frame and its glistening brass handles shone bright under the morning sun. He stood mesmerised by it but didn’t quite know what was behind it. So after much thought he decided to ask more about this door. And he did. He asked friends, family, neighbours, even his vegetable vendor. All these people gave him different words of wisdom; some asked him to leave it alone, to check before knocking, ‘take someone with you’ some said, some asked him to ask more people, some even suggested black magic and advised he stay away from it.
Until he came to the oldest and wisest man in the village. He said,”I saw it. I don’t know what’s behind it. It could be this, it could be that, it could be nothing. But I can’t leave it standing there. What do I do?”
And the old man said with wise eyes,” If its all you can think of, you have to open it.”
” But what if….?” asked the boy.
The old man looked him in the eye, clutched the boy’s hand with his warm palms and said ” You’ve got to keep your faith.” And so the boy ran back to the door and opened it and took that leap of faith. He jumped and he flew and everyone wondered how he did it.
I am fascinated by doors. They are mysterious, they are interesting. They are beautiful closed, they are beautiful open, they tell stories. You could open one everyday and jump and a new story will be written.