promise of the day

The sky was clear. Weather was not so cold. Even the nature was congratulating. The day had finally come. The day that was long awaited. The day when all those sleepless nights, all that midnight oil, all the coffee shots, and all those emotional shocks, finally payed off. And indeed, it was a beautiful day, in every possible way.

The color of the day was black. Black, the color of success. The color of bright future. The color of hope. The color of happiness. What else would someone wear on the day as significant as that. Of course, black!

Dressed in gowns, black, caps, black, the students, or scholars, if you will, were overwhelmed with joy, as it was evident from their sparkling eyes. And why shouldn’t they be. All they had worked for had been achieved, at last. They had every reason to celebrate. And even though the day marks a transition from one phase to another, the future looks bright. Uncertain, but promising. For the very essence of the struggle was to secure the future. And secure it is.

Now starts a new journey. Another voyage. But this time the circumstances are different. And the destination doesn’t take as much hardship as did the previous one, since the path is determined by those who already walked it. All that needs to be done is follow the foot steps. Sure, some would keep walking swiftly, as they always do, while others would leap ahead, but they all follow a predetermined route. And this day is the day when the route is disclosed. All that needs to be done is to take that pavement and start traveling. Rest assured, it will be a smooth ride.

That’s the promise of the day.