Melbourne, a city of thousand dreams. People come here from all over the world in the pursuit of a better career, a better future and a better life. The city with its multicultural population is amazing in so many ways.
It was a Saturday afternoon in the month of March. The city was drenched in the lovely colors of Autumn. I was sitting on the terrace of my house that overlooks a scenic view and was enjoying my glass of red wine.
“This is a wonderful life!! This is everything I have ever asked for.”
As I was saying this, it felt like I was convincing myself. I said it again, a bit louder this time. There was something that didn’t feel right. It was like something was missing from this ‘wonderful life’.
It was not love or affection or money. It was more like a regret, a sense of not doing the right thing. But I was just a few steps away from being a permanent resident here, what could go wrong. I have tried so hard for this, waited long enough and now I would have a better life here. I looked at the open PR papers on my laptop as I sipped on some wine. I was trying to analyze my own feelings.
“Ah! Chuck it, I will be alright.”
A sound of someone’s approaching footsteps broke my pensive mood. It was my flatmate.
“What are you doing here? I was looking for you all over the house.”, he said.
“Well I was just doing something on my laptop. What’s up?”
“Needed some of your wine”, he said as he poured some into his glass.
“Do you see those mountains? Aren’t they beautiful”, I exclaimed.
“Distant mountains are always beautiful mate.” He said as he was walking away.
My mom used to say this. I loved this quote.
“Distant mountains are always beautiful”, I murmured while sipping some more red wine.
I took a deep breath.I knew what was missing.
Our distant mountains were not the same anymore. I had crossed the distance and scaled up that beautiful mountain.
She was still there somewhere acknowledging its beauty.
