FLUSTER

Colonnade, outside my window was home to labour pain and subsequent delivery, resulting into eggs that later evolved into life.

Then one fine day, there it was a baby pegion, since i was a witness of this hatch, it lead an startling emotional outburst in me like i covered the place with shoe box, served boiled rice and wheat.

As it longed for care, i couldnt touch the baby coz that would have ment end to it, thus I learnt love can be expressed without the touch and i withdrew.

I was aware of vanity...... Everyday while leaving my towel to dry i used to watch the walk and ever expansive wings.
On that distinct dawn pegion was not there, i felt hollow, like all the emotions have drained out leaving me with few down one, i wonder why, was it the flight, forgetfulness or is it true that One need to get over the most sublime love in order to be free.

When i looked around no one was in sight. Life had taken a full circle, light seemed fake as i didn't knew what i was searching for, that moment taught me something.

What, i am still trying to decipher.

Till Then........Experience !!!!

The Food Court

Nearly after 10 min, I was caught by a high flashy light suggesting me once you enter there is no escape, I found myself standing in a long queue and shielding myself from strong pushes and multi color trays flying in every direction. I was thinking what my sentence is going to be like, a gentleman appeared after listening to my defense he said No: 394 and Rupees 175, and was directed towards another level, person over there was not that gentle he said 20 min minimum, I thought its possible only in Mumbai that even to get butchered you to stand in queue, I returned to my wooden cell to find out one of my group members is already finished as he was the first to commit that crime, after starting the quest again midway I found third member of the group is nearly out in stampede structure, finally 394 appeared in bold red letters, reached out for it, tray was pushed, I recited “Oh God”, hanging.

I always wondered why word court is used for a place that trade food, sounds gross, but thanks to that Sunday evening I got it all.

Thanks to economic drift from Mixed to capitalist structure, that has given you a place with nice marble lobbies, flashy neon signs and opportunity, to stroll past big brands and flooded counters that offered no relieve but uncertainty, whether you want to have food alone or waiting for others to arrive.

And the greatest paradox is even after a catchy note on “Self Service” which appears on every counter, Service tax not only appears on the bill, but is increased every year in the budget………Just think about it.

View of the Top

The projectile motion made such an arc that it seemed like floating, but was receiving similar treatment every time by going wildly in all directions; it was an end -to-end affair with he being on the receiving one, but sheer excitement of gaining directional ground on this game is what kept him involved.

Eyes hovered above the altitude, it seemed to crawl along the clouds and was glowing of sun, it caught his sight, he extended his arm to hold it, for a moment it appeared as he had it in his fist and felt excited about the possession but bubble busted within iota of a second as he saw it fizzing out of his control and was stuck by sunlight beaming right into him. He never ran behind it but followed it with his iris standing at a distance appreciating how the view changes as earth rotates.

When clock stuck midnight, he got one up on his age series with every addition he went on convincing himself that it’s the view which is responsible for illusion, suddenly a firefly appeared through his window he reached for his glass tumbler and laughed.....

After all there is time lag for every change.........