”Footprints on the sands of time”

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

One foot short, the other longer,

One foot right, the other left.

And one apart from the other, yet not so far away.

Every print is uniquely rooted to the ground, but always in search of another, to walk with it. Companionship is all you want, so that your heart doesn’t grow lonely. In the walk of your life, your footsteps grow inch by inch. It grows with length and breadth, but it grows only to where you step on.

The footprint on the sand will always leave a mark, but it’s washed off with the next wave. The mark can also stay just as long as you stay. The longer you want it to stay, the deeper it goes into the sand, and sometimes with the wave you go to make the longest, deepest mark, from which there is no comeback.