Fast forward
The engines are rolling all the time. You bounce out of bed. Make a run for the bathroom. The teeth; oh! They are brushed in such a hurry that they would cry out loud had they been able to speak! The coffee goes down the throat all at once. And so does all the news from that paper! (Dearest reporter, you see, we would love to read your article but it’s just that we don’t have the time. The headlines are really all that we catch you know. Kudos though! What a headline that was! ) It’s a faster run once the paper is put down. The trams don’t wait. Neither do the metros. (Oh! So you’re wondering where the rest of the household chores went? Well. That’s just it. No one knows considering how quickly it’s all done.) Office and back to only eat dinner in as much of a hurry as you did breakfast, Life gets the best of you does it not? Especially when it should be the other way around.
Have you ever considered sitting on a bus not knowing where it went?
Ever thought about taking off on a weekend and going out on a road trip, not pretending to have the best weekend ever just sitting at home on the computer? The camera my friend is a better companion than Facebook. Take it out a while. Click all that’s around you. Maybe when you get no still subject, you would realise how you are being taken for a ride by this imposing creature that I call time. How she makes you run around her finger tips! All your life you spend attending to her cries and demands and finally when you sit to take a breath and look into the mirror, all she does is pay back her gratitude to you by giving you her gift of wrinkles and a life of repent. This flash forward that I call life gives you what you make of it. If it’s just repent that you collect then that’s what you would get too! So why not an album full of good memories than a diary full of glum? Throw in a snap from a road side stand where out took refuge from the rain, drinking hot chai with your best friend. And maybe even one of the skies that you sat staring one night purely because the stars looked so beautiful that you just had to pay them attention. Look around you. Feel the love and love back. When you are told to run, be brave enough to jog. As for time, she will move on. For there will still be that majority which will run by her whims and fancies. But then as for the awakened few, they will live in the true sense. Absorbing. Imbibing. Breathing. Living.
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