A Heavy Note

I took a second look at the sheet of paper in front of me frantically searching for my identity on the paper which was a number. Sometimes we are worth numbers to be added or subtracted. We were on an inspiring mission to subtract one. For a second I was lost trying to regain my composure. For the past few days, I have been like the actor who had no clue where acting ended and life began. Like a plagiarist who is desperate to create something on his own. But the music played on and blank white sheets were filled with crap when my mind was praying for some sleep.
I took a third look at the sheet. So many signatures down the line and here’s the one which seemed to have some value. I smiled, kissed the lucky chain and my pen flowed over the paper hoping for a positive outcome. A tribute to M2…..R.I.P Karanth!!
The verdict went the other way. Sometimes we run out of options. All we can do is forget and forgive!!