Sleep walking wide awake.

And what is it that is bothering me now? As usual the mind is filled to the brim. With a million thoughts floating around waiting to be flushed out. But most of them remain untouched later to be crowded with new ones emerging and all of them fighting for space.

And as the visual quickly shifts from the inside to the outside, my face has a massive question mark and a wrinkled forehead waiting to be ironed out.

But it never will be. How is it possible that the answers start outweighing the questions? How is it that problems generate slower than solutions? How is it possible that the world would be exactly what you want it to be and more so you actually know how you want it to be?? How in heavens name is it possible that contentment can reside comfortably in a human mind?

I had a dream that my million thoughts knitted. And my day goes by trying to unknot that dream. And reality starts blurring as I sleep walk wide awake. I have realized what is bothering me now.

I suddenly open my eyes and think- maybe this is the last time I should be thinking.

Poor little Cinderella me.

Very very depressed. I get out of home without the feeling of a fulfilled and fully lived weekend.

An annoyance always springs up to mess up those 2 best loved days. This weekend was no different and I left home for work as I said very very depressed.

Then suddenly my life (maybe others too but for now know only about me) took a twisted turn towards a real life fairytale. Now wait. Fairytale sounds beautiful and pretty, butterflies and dancing flowers. But that’s only the happy ending. The twisted turn was the ugly part of the fairytale before it reaches a happy ending. Dark, evil, torturous and courage breaking. When there is no light seen yet in the tunnel. When the silver lining is still black and ominous. (In this case literally).

The protagonist me (it’s my story), is faced by torrential rains, sickness bouts, bruises and gnashes, and to top it all… this is the most painful piece... a non informed taxi strike.

So, the poor drenched me along with her ever together accomplice pulled themselves around to find their way out of this nightmare… The evil sorcerers in black and yellow zoomed across echoing a loud and ghastly laugh. We finally got ourselves to our destination with all the turmoil and pain and sorrow. (Explained in detail earlier) but well this was not my final destination as it turns out. I still had a last lap to go…and energy was running out.

I hated the world, I hated my state…I felt sorry for myself and internally cried. I had no choice but to move on for my last lap. Not sure if that would end in a happy ending or a tragedy. But it had to be done.

So I moved on… given up… numb and lost. And then I heard a horn. Not once but thrice. I turn around to see…a vacant omni cab asking me…where do you want to go? I was sure he is going to splash water on me and speed off hearing my short distance destination. But he said – sit. That word, we crave for everyday, that word with which flowers start blooming, butterflies do start floating and fairytales seem to be a happy ending.

I don’t know what that was. A star that shifted position, a coincidence (though people here would surely agree that cabbie calling out to you and taking you short distance is nothing less than a marvel) which gets me to my last word- miracle. But whatever that was… that one deed done made me forget the entire nightmare earlier during the day. Just like it is in a fairytale.

Music twirling close my ear and the world is fine, just so fine.

As I jump across that little step across my doorway, to join the milling world outside, I see busy eyes, cringed foreheads, and hurried strides all around me. I join them maybe a diverse direction at a physical level but we all so walk in the same direction at a different level. And then, I jam the music in my ears.

Suddenly the hue changes. The ambience takes a turn. As the singer croons in my ear, do I see someone mouthing it at the bus stop? As the guitar takes a high note, do I see that man at the shop moving his head in synchrony? Are the birds flying to the tune, did that car just glide in ballet, did that lady with the child smile at me with an approving nod?

Feels like colour balls in the air, feels like puffy clouds forming shapes to express glee, the sun feels just right. The world’s turned into one big arena and the biggest symphony is in place.

I settle for my journey which will end way too soon. But I smile for the little time I will have, to spare- To take in the world in the glory that music creates.