COMING BACK TO LIFE..


He laughed. “My lips are like a train”, he exclaimed. The room looked semi mystic with rings of smoke around him. I was there as usual, silent, wondering if it was necessary. What did Lin say?? That was the unspoken but implied and unavoidable question everywhere in India. When he understood that, many characteristically perplexing aspects became comprehensible from the acceptance of sprawling to the unashamed escapism from reality. I was still searching for an answer. But, the problem arises when things slowed down to reality. It was probably too slow to handle. He did not know where destiny was taking him. He was sleepwalking through his life. The frustration had to end somewhere. He would often look back and feel miserable at his present state. All these thoughts again leading to a never ending question, the same question Prufrock had to face when he was about to propose to the lady, ”Where do I begin??”
Finally, the bottle was broken followed by the ultimate confession. He told me he was going to script a new chapter. A sense of satisfaction flows in when you hear something you always wanted to. I’d never seen my room so silent before. My roommate was glued to his computer. He looked paralyzed in front of the computer.
He was completely unaware of his surroundings.
Its sometimes funny, isn’t it? We keep digging to desperately find some inspiration within ourselves and suddenly a sense of realization passes by you and you fall short of emotions. The clock showed 11 p.m and it was time to go to N.C and get back to studies ,the sooner the better. With the mid-sems one week away, I had to answer the same never ending question “where do I begin??”