Arbitrary Notions

  “ This thing of being a hero, about the main thing to it is to know when to die. ”-Will Rogers When he woke up, he had no idea that the world around him had changed. He got out of his bed and was greeted by his reflection in the mirror. To him, all seemed the same as it had been before last night's events. A same tangled mess of hair which refused to settle, clothes that could do with a little cleaning, and the undying little ray of hope in his heart that his life will change someday. The only new thing was a hint of pride on his face after last night.

[Disclaimer: Fictional Post] (Dedicated to my latest blog reader. Thank you for inspiring me to pick up the pen again) ‘Beep’ With that innocent sound, the door swung open to what I strongly believed to be modern slavery. I groaned and moved in lest the guards decided to check why this one person is standing and staring at a perfectly common door. Thus, began another day of slogging through the emails, bitching about colleagues and using tools provided by Mr. Bill Gates to move a little closer to buying the invention by Mr. Steve Jobs for myself.

14/05/19   07.41.03 PM It is said that in your last moments your life flashes before your eyes. It’s a lie! You might say what does a spoiled brat teenager living in upstate New Delhi know about all this. Well, I do because a few moments ( not even seconds ) ago I lost control of my new Honda City. It was a gift from my dad for my birthday which is coming up in a couple of days. Obviously, I took it out for a ride with my friends, and we had a few beers on the way ( YOLO! ). It shouldn’t even surprise you. Because that is my stereotype, isn’t it?

T he only audible sound was his heavy breathing. It was dark in the cupboard and his back was hurting sitting slouched in there for the past hour. Maybe it was over. Maybe it was safe for him to come out now. Vishesh moved his head forward to the glass and squinted his eyes to look outside. The low light made it impossible to see but there was no sound. He pushed the cupboard door and climbed down. The electricity seemed to be off. The main door stood ajar which was the only source of the little light illuminating the house. It did look like he was safe now. He swiftly moved towards the door and slammed it shut.

The lights went out and I was suddenly engulfed in pitch darkness. I had just sat down and was glad that I took that decision at the right time. You don’t want to be standing and waiting in the dark when there is no guarantee on how long the power would be gone.

(The Prompt for this piece was: Delivering a message in an unconventional way)