I Met Him & Lost Him. All In One Day: Part 1

It was the month of June, a Monday morning. There was nothing new about it. The same scorching heat of Delhi. The same surroundings, the same people, the same busy world out there. Nothing seemed to have changed. No one seemed to have been impacted about what had happened.

Except me. I felt empty. I felt something that I had never felt before. 24 hours. That’s it. And that one day changed my life, my perspective.

Life at 20 was all about stepping out of college into the big world, tons of dreams, loads of fun, laughter, giggles, all unicorn and rainbow.

Or was it? I wasn’t able to wrap my head around those things. Instead there was a rush of anxiety and emotions of fear and uncertainty.

I couldn’t get that moment out of my head. Perhaps I didn’t want to either. 

“Oh stop!”, I told myself sternly as I picked up the newspaper to find a worthy read. In minutes slammed it back from where I picked it up. “Murder, crime, accidents! Is there nothing feel-good left in this world?” I mumbled, staring at the newspaper. And the comic strip along the newspaper fold, caught my attention. ‘Rags to Riches’.

I took a deep breath, moved back on the bed and cuddled up on the cushions. There was no escaping it, I guess. Maybe I needed to accept it. 

That one day had taught me so many things. It felt as if everyone was swinging between life and death. Although life keeps throwing up opportunities and equipping us with tools to handle the most difficult times, it just seems to lay bare and weak, if death approaches.

Oh and death.. It’s so blind. And deaf too. Oh and not to forget how dumb it is and so careless, never watching its step, giving no information about its arrival and arrogantly ignoring all prayers and pleas.

…the afternoon before. I was furious. So much so that it would be difficult to figure out which was worse – the heat in my head or outside.

To Be Continued…