I can’t go on like this forever.
I simply can’t .
I mean how could I have carried this same reason around for all these years.
The number of times I tried to reason with myself along with the same thing.
Gosh! I won’t do it from now on. You know when I come to think of it, it depends upon the state of my mind. Rainy season aka the foe of my existence.
Man, I really despised it!
The drops pitter-pattering trying to get the mickey outta me. The environment is all gloomy and surreal. It tortured me to no length, at this time all I wanted to do is to sleep, sleeping is my most favorite thing to do in the world.
More than eating and that’s saying something, cause when it comes to eating count me in to finish off your lunchbox.
Finally after having a great deal of group discussion in my mind. I decided to attend a family function.
Did I mention I loathe dressing up?
If I didn’t lemme tell y’all. If I had my way I would attend all my lectures in my pyjamas, I mean who wants to leave that comfort zone, wear jeans and come to college. I wouldn’t but sadly I have to.
Eventually, after fussing over a lot I got glammed up.
My version of all glammed up is – washing my face combing my misshapen hair and wearing a “decent pair of jeans and shirt”.
I know jeans in a function!
Anyway then I got into the car and we were good to go. It was raining, not a shocker.
I vaguely glance at the windowpane and a drop of water gets my attention. As I scrutinize it’s every move, I realize that every drop has a group of its own like a cluster of drops.
But this drop is alone.
Then this lone drop tries to get into a cluster of drops, gets kicked out, and as it goes it takes some of the residual needle tip sizes of water with itself. Again he tries to approach a new cluster, but then gets kicked out again then it takes residual out again. And after getting kicked out again and again and again.
I notice that the drop itself has gotten bigger and has this newfound confidence and stops trying to fit in and is happy enough to be a rebel.
As I calculate and note its every move, I slowly realize, it is making its own path by overcoming all the clusters of obstacles that come its way.
And like a lunatic which I am, I find myself mentally cheering it to cross every obstacle ‘come on buddy you can do it I know you have it in you’.
Lo & behold!
It has finally made it, crossing the window pane from one end to another.
I can see the trace of the path made by this resilient drop who chose to fight back. It paved a path for itself that no other drop dared to. And I’m so caught in this drop mania I failed to notice everything else.
I jumped as I hear my mother saying into my ear “BRACE YOURSELF WE HAVE REACHED THE DESTINATION.”
I don’t follow people or narratives, rather think out myself. I hate introducing myself or writing bios. Because that’s just a drop of my oceanic being that you will understand, appreciate & criticize once you dive in. In the era of followers I aspire to be an individual.