Footprints on the Faces of Stone

With a heavy heart and a clouded mind, I believe it is not the best of times to enjoy a Sunday evening. I would rather be in this world of mine where I have only myself for company. Well, this is where I am right now.
As today comes to an end, I am compelled to reflect on the past twenty four hours which have been so eventful and to some extent somewhat tragic – in the truest sense. From everlasting happiness to utter desolation, yesterday has been, in a long time, a day which has made itself immortal in my otherwise “volatile” memory.
The day began with a “Happy Birthday” for my mother. Even the early morning chaos seemed to have joined in chorus to sing for her. Strangely, it was bright and sunny in a sultry winter- and very ironically so. (This irony is referred to again at the end) With well wishers calling in, the morning calm was very well shattered; it shattered my siesta as well. At this point of time, little did I know that there was much more left to be shattered!
The day migrated to evening and there I was standing beside a very close friend, grinning ear to ear, on the (Happy??!!) occasion of him getting married to his sweetheart. It was fun and somewhat unusual to see someone of my age group tying the knot.
There is a saying, “All good things must come to an end.” I repeat and second this. This is where ends yesterday’s happy moments.
The return journey from the wedding ceremony was somewhat unique in every way and in everything it offered- Travelling on a semi-deserted local train with the clock about to strike tomorrow, friends for company and a phone-call to silence it all.
Here in the irony lay,
In this cold and sultry winter
Who on Earth am I?
To fit in a bright and sunny day!!
I will leave the rest to your imagination but will share this last thought. As I post this, I am still trying to connect to God and ask Him, “Why Me?”