Worlds Apart

Late into the night with the fifth cup of freshly brewed coffee, disarranged sheets lying all around, haphazardly searching for the right page to finish your assignment, and bam! There’s a power cut! Fear & Frustration cross your troubled mind. You curse, feeling the world to be shut out, and finally there’s a wave of resignation. You realize then that there are others like you too, facing the same situation, at the same stage. A Stage of Purposelessness.

This becomes the occasion for you to visit your front porch and sit down, staring ahead, simply because you have nothing else to do. The soft breeze caresses your face, and you realize how comforting that is, inwardly thanking your sensory nerves. The leaves rustle in the wind, and you realize the music created is soothing, you realize running your hand through your hair creates music too, in a weird way.

This brief period of time, where purposelessness becomes the only driving force to realize the tree in front of your house is huge and beautiful and its branches display intricate designs. You begin to realize the coffee smells simply amazing and has more value than you thought. It isn’t just your usual doze of caffeine to keep you awake through the night. It has a lot more to it than you imagined.

You begin to realize the sound generated when soles come in contact with the gravel differs from person to person, and you could probably identify people just by listening to the sound they create while walking if you tried hard enough, long enough.

You begin to appreciate the moon, the stars, the clouds, the dark blue shade of the sky, and the darkness which is tantalizing, brining your senses alive, making you alive. You wonder how you missed all of this, when it was always there, right under your nose. Ah! You were too busy trying to get hold of things beyond your reach. You realize you want to be there for long, with no thoughts, no worries, no qualms, no grudges…but just to enjoy the moment, to live in the real sense for that moment. You experience divinely bliss, secretly wishing it would last forever.

And then, there’s a blinding light, the whirring of everything coming back to motion. You spring up, back in action, hurriedly reaching for you papers and shut the door hard. Just too hard. The world shuts out again, just this time, it’s different. Unknowingly you promise never to revisit this world until the next power cut.


6 thoughts on “Worlds Apart

  1. This is of real good…thing we miss in life just bcuz of our hectic monotonous life!!flow of writing is simply A.W.E.S.O.M.E.!!i m ur fan!:)

  2. Really loved it!!the flow and theme was too good!!i m ur fan!!Do read my poems and articles too!!:)

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  4. Honestly that is very much the truth.

    It is during powercuts that most family bond these days. (It was like that for me sometimes) No computer, no T.V no mixie/grinder. The whole family has nothing to do except sit together, Slapping the mosquitoes away and talking. Yet even that bonding time is being lost today with more and more families getting inverters in their houses.

    I wonder if they realize how much quality time they are missing out under the assumption of making more time for work.

  5. hey…awesome plot to talk on highlighting the most beautiful things that we miss in our lives…….my God !!! yr language was TOOO gud for words….
    Continue writing more and keep up yr gud work…..

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