The Wings of Time

Time flies. Literally. As if it has wings; big, wide wings which soar through the years...The morning dawned with the cries of a baby being born. Her cries pierced the air and her relatives waiting outside, took their first full breath since the previous night. Then the entire world was covered with the wings of time without anyone knowing; down below the baby's family was rejoicing over her birth and at the other end of the world a a man led a funeral procession to a cemetery. Then the great wings lifted and the baby was four years old, her round face glowing, her brown eyes big as she saw the present her father had bought for her,commemorating her birthday... And now she was eight, a big girl who had won her first medal and was showing to it to her parents , content with the pride that shone on their faces and thinking that no one on the planet could be happier than her at that moment, not knowing that a million children out there were having that same thought as her at the same time. Then the wings flew over the planet once more and the shrill cries of a baby once again punctured the air while yet another funeral procession laboriously made its way up the winding streets of Britain to one one of the hundred cemeteries there. Then time moved on and the girl who had once been a baby was fighting with her parents about a phone showing her entrance to adolescence...Her face was wet with tears a decade later and so was her mother's as she made her way into the car which would take her to her husband's home. She relived every memory and cursed time,time and again for taking away her childhood so fast and for flying at that unmeasurable speed that it had flown. As she was thinking she realized that though time had flown fast it had taught her a lot of things, things that she wouldn't have learnt, had time gone any slower. And as time's wings once again flew over the world and blessed another household while cursing another one, she found that time was something inevitable and she could do nothing about it. The following spring the now young woman set about writing a book, a book that she would later title 'The Wings of Time'.