After a good night’s sleep
The first thought
That zoomed across my mind
As I watched into the mirror
After splashing my face
What will your answer be if someone asks about
“The best moment of your life “
The answer that came
Was equally baffling for a morning
The best moment of my life is
“The few moments before when I splashed water onto my face “
No big awards day
No big emotional day with lover
No big day like marriage
Where is the story ?
Days went by
Stuck with the question and with the equally mysterious answer
Another question popped in an afternoon
What is the most beautiful scenery that you have seen ?
The answer was no less intriguing this time
It was the view out of the balcony with trees waving and sunlight falling on them
What ?
Just an ordinary view out of my ordinary balcony
Can’t my subconscious answer
The places I have travelled with friends
The faces that have frenzied my hormones in youth
Again no story, no context , nothing big
Just an ordinary view from the balcony at a random day and time
There is hope in these answers
All of us have stories
Of parents not respecting our individuality
Friends doing the same
Lovers abandoning in the middle of a plausible sweet story
Health and wealth troubles
Well may be the story doesn’t matter
May be living matters
Those moments we spend
With our own selves
Floating amongst the stars, the flowers, the colours
Without any context, without any story
Is the whole of life
And the story is the small five percent
And the raw , mysterious life is the whole
Where we stand naked at the same level
As the kings, the pauper, the athlete, the old, the young , the males , the females , the animals
And that is all that matters
Really
