The Icedrop

I woke up.

I had been fast asleep for a long time. It could have been ten years. Or even a hundred. Maybe longer.

I didn't know. I didn't care.

High up in the exalted snow-capped peaks of the majestic Himalayas, time had a different meaning. Or no meaning at all.

The Glacier had been there for thousands of years; for millions; forever. It would continue to be around for many more. Indian mythology calls it the birthplace of the sacred river, Mother Ganga.

For me and many other ice drops, it was the only home we knew or remembered.

All around us the jagged mountain-tops thrust upwards into the sky in a determined effort to reach up to heaven. Their pure snowy whiteness dazzled brilliantly in the late afternoon sunlight.

In the distance I could see the opening to the cave within which the revered Ice God reigns in frozen splendor.

I focussed my attention on the faint faraway rumble, the low roar that had disturbed the still calm of the mountaintops and had woken me up.

What could it be? Not a thunderstorm, that sounded different. What then?

Aeons of unconscious knowledge provided the answer that suddenly popped into my mind.

An avalanche is one of Nature's most awesome displays of raw power. Like everything else it is an explosive expression of bottled up energies pushed beyond their limits of tolerance. For years and years, decades upon decades, pressure builds up as layers of ice and snow pile up on each other.

Until it reaches breaking point.

The final provocation may be quite trivial - the first light drops of a spring rain or the gentle drop of a snowflake. And in that instant Nature erupts in fury and frustration, in glorious release.

Thousands of tons of ice, rock and boulders meld into a roaring torrent of magnificent force, hurtling down the slopes. Like a forceful personality it thrusts aside any obstacle in its path, rushing relentlessly towards its final destination.

I had never before experienced an avalanche. Idly, I wondered where it was headed.

The noise was getting louder now. A wild thought struck me, like a punch to the face.

"It's coming here!"

The noise was now a deafening roar, the earth was trembling and shaking. Suddenly an enormous pressure crushed me from all sides, a searing pain ripped through me and I lost all sense of time and place.

It might have been hours before I woke up again. The fury of the avalanche seemed to have subsided. I tried to regain my bearings. Everything looked different.

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The soft murmur of voices broke the silence. Someone nearby was having a discussion, a meeting. I heard a voice say

"...that's the secret of a purposeful life."

"What is?" I wondered.

Suddenly I had the strange feeling that I had become the focus of attention, the center of a crowd. I glanced around to find hundreds of other ice drops looking curiously at me.

"I must have spoken out loud" I thought to myself.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you," I stammered. "But I've just arrived here. Was swept away by an avalanche. Couldn't help overhearing your last words."

The ice drop who had spoken smiled. It was the largest, clearest, purest ice drop I had ever seen.

"That's ok, welcome to our group, JL Ice Drop" he said.

"But... but... how do you know my name?" I sputtered.

He smiled silently. Another small ice drop near him spoke.

He said...

(to be continued...)

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