Spring time. Cool oceanic breezes. 23 hours have passed
since I last slept. I’m lying on my back on the floor of the terrace of an 8
storey building. Puffing a black. Loosening up with every smoke cloud I blow. It’s
a full moon night. Light clouds move sluggishly over the moon, or maybe under –
probably under. Slow and uninterrupted. They are stationary and you are not.
You are relieved from every problem and every manacle. You don’t feel like
moving at all. You want to lie there forever and ever and ever. Your head is spinning.
You put all your efforts into staying awake. Your heart is pumping. You are
alive… I am alive.
Nobody in the world is as free and as unbounded as I am.
Thinking about life.
Bharuch. Surat. Baroda.
The way it was. The way it is. And the way it will be.
Careless. Carefree. How will I care!
A place where I didn’t know how stuff works and never cared if they worked.
A place where the reason for not going to class was just plain drowsiness.
A place where I don’t get paid if I don’t work.
For some moments, I am so lost in my own thoughts that I totally forget that someone is there just beside me. He seems desperate to get a girl. I blabber what Google suggests. For me, nothing in the world matters anymore. I am happy and content with what I am and what I have. I think it is okay to be anybody. It is okay to be a nobody in college. It is okay to be rude. It is okay to live life as you want to. It is okay to be confident. It is okay to be happy. I sometimes deserve happiness.
I have not achieved anything commendable, yet, that doesn’t mean that I won’t achieve them now. The cigarette kick is receding. I find that I am thinking that I will do great at Baroda. I am suddenly more focused and aligned in my thoughts.
And, suddenly, I am back to normal. I stand on the top of the college. I look at the sleeping city; hear the cock-a-doodle-doo of a rooster far, far away. The black sky has a bluish hue. It is morning again. I must get some sleep now.
Nobody in the world is as free and as unbounded as I am.
Thinking about life.
Bharuch. Surat. Baroda.
The way it was. The way it is. And the way it will be.
Careless. Carefree. How will I care!
A place where I didn’t know how stuff works and never cared if they worked.
A place where the reason for not going to class was just plain drowsiness.
A place where I don’t get paid if I don’t work.
For some moments, I am so lost in my own thoughts that I totally forget that someone is there just beside me. He seems desperate to get a girl. I blabber what Google suggests. For me, nothing in the world matters anymore. I am happy and content with what I am and what I have. I think it is okay to be anybody. It is okay to be a nobody in college. It is okay to be rude. It is okay to live life as you want to. It is okay to be confident. It is okay to be happy. I sometimes deserve happiness.
I have not achieved anything commendable, yet, that doesn’t mean that I won’t achieve them now. The cigarette kick is receding. I find that I am thinking that I will do great at Baroda. I am suddenly more focused and aligned in my thoughts.
And, suddenly, I am back to normal. I stand on the top of the college. I look at the sleeping city; hear the cock-a-doodle-doo of a rooster far, far away. The black sky has a bluish hue. It is morning again. I must get some sleep now.
