Musings: Of breaking loose and Family Values

Sometimes a girl’s gotta to be at a right place, at a right time and in the company of right people to witness the entire route of her current life. This is one of those “space in time” kind of moment that more or less forced me to think and realize my deviation from plausible boundaries and etiquettes that binds the sacred nest of warmth and attachment; whose impact can only be described with that one word: Family.

Being a ruthlessly pessimistic hypocrite (many a times than usual!), I tend to believe otherwise. Because to understand one’s innermost self from an outside perspective; way outside the protective bubble wrap of one’s family, one needs to explore and tread on thin ice just to get that unnecessarily high dose of adrenaline up one’s fused-out mind!

Deviations are a common phenomenon. All routes are right as long as the destination has a touch of relatable reality. How you go by it also matters; sometimes learnt easily and sometimes the hard-way. Yet whichever path you choose they all offer something invaluable return: Inner strength.

It does help to cherish the fact that no matter what, family values never fade on you. Not even for those hare-brained souls, right out on a mission to escape who-knows-whom and to explore who-knows-what! Today I came to terms with an important thing: those random doses of adrenaline rush are so short-lived, it’ll be like an unrealistic dream in the end. But when you finally wake up to your troubled self it’s always family that comes first.

And the rest are just vanishing embers of a dying fire. 

P.S: This is an abstract post for every troubled soul having issues with quitting something that's worth quitting.

On a fine, cloudy day.

The break of dawn brought no sign of sunshine today. Instead I'm greeted with grey clouds looming ever so close to the tall valley of IT towers. And here dwells the country’s most successful employees, all closed up in their cabins. They have no worries about the gray, murky surroundings... a promising reverie of a long rainy day just outside their air-conditioned glass walls. Inside these glass walls, any sign of Mother Nature has been discreetly silenced. The crisp sound of keyboard tapping, the electronic beep of telephones and the unhealthy smell of caffeine emanating from the posh coffee machines are greeted further by the dominating voice that an employer is so accustomed to use on his employees.

And here I stand, outside these very same glass walls, my mind a conflicting mess. A part of me wants to enter, through the glass door and resume my hunt for success. The day has failed to shed any ounce of sunshine over my head. Sunshine helps reflect my innermost thoughts. But that’s just verbally adequate. Opportunities wait for none. Not even for sunshine.

Choices await my decision. I take a deep breath and take a step back. The glass walls stare at my back as I turn to walk away and the tall IT building to which the glass wall belongs to looks down upon me. It’s silent, looming stature made me realize that I’m yet another tiny dust going past these glass walls.

Time waits for none. And I don’t wish to wait for time either. My decision mattered today. And today I chose to cherish the cool, wet wind blowing over my hair, whispering in my ears to take shelter. As I take my umbrella out, rain is already on its way, determined to dampen my spirit. And for some strange reason... I just smile.

Mag 107 - A Short Fiction

“Don’t you worry honey, there's no one stalking you. It’s all in your head. Now, you get some nice sleep and I shall meet you in your dreams”.

His voice made her smile with relief. “Ever since I met you, my stalking troubles have finally come to an end. Whoever it was has finally given up on me to find a new prey. I used to get these horrible phone calls and letters. You are the only one I have had the courage to confide this horrible secret. It’s like you understand me better than anyone else...”

“There there, I’m the lucky guy here. I would have never imagined I would end up in the life of a famous model such as you. We must thank the stalker for bringing us together honey. Without his intervention, you would never have gotten into my car, asking for my help. Remember the day we met?”

“Yes, how could I forget? I dare not imagine what would have happened to me if you hadn’t safely dropped me off at my house", she laughed feebly."Goodnight Jack. See you in my dreams”.

“You betcha, my angel”.

As Jack (the ripper) placed the phone down, he stared right into the eyes of his next prey. The giant painting magnified her beauty to a remarkable level. An evil grin lit his face to many shades.

“Tonight you will be mine and forever be a dream in many men’s lives, my beautiful angel...”

He took out the knife from his bowler hat and slashed it across her painting. A maniacal laugh reverberated around the empty room.

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P.S: I know its pretty predictable, I strongly believe in the phrase "practice makes perfect". I hope to better myself with every post.