A world of may be's

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 As I sipped my tea and looked at the rain drops falling on my window pane, I felt old. I was missing the little girl who would sneak out when it rained. The girl was all grown up, thinking about her responsibilities and her priorities and wondering if she’ll ever be able to get back as the same little girl.


Work was piled up and the timelines were approaching but the mind was somewhere else. It was not ready to be trapped in the four walls. Not today! I did not know what to do, whom to talk, where to start believing that this is just a seasonal crisis.The mind was not settling. The thundering clouds were making it all the more restless. I had to take a break from everything to get back to my ‘socially acceptable’ form.



As I stepped outside my office, I noticed an old man struggling to open the umbrella. My heart sank, at the thought of getting old. It was as if everything around me seemed depressing. I asked, if he would allow me to help him. At this, his wrinkled face brightened up with a smile. “Give me a minute!” he said. I stood there, amused. He held the hand of an old woman behind him and helped her with the couple of steps outside the office. Then he turned towards me and said, “Thank you for the kind gesture, daughter but we will manage!” ‘Sure’ I said. As the lady walked slowly with the help of her crutches, her husband kept pace with her, while covering her with the umbrella.


And without even knowing, they showed me a beautiful and memorable story of love and life.


I reached home and it started raining more heaving and tea is something that I can gulp on endlessly. I made more gulped more. Started to find peace in old books, re read a novel , looked at old photos, gifts , letters , and what not. But my mind wandered and kept on wandering. 


I tried to escape by sleeping,  usually I dont escape situations , but I thought of escaping just for once. 

May be when I sleep, all of this would seem futile and may be when I wake up all of this would sound like a dream.So I slept with a may be.

Location: Mumbai, Maharashtra, India

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