Those first showers of the monsoon when the clouds are rumbling, Rumbling and calling your inner spirit, Inviting it to dance in the rain. Those first drops of rain that fall so hard on your skin. They're piercing. They pierce through your skin and seep into your soul.They are hard and cold yet so calm and serene, They seep to your soul giving it a different kind of cool and peaceful feeling. This feeling is unmatched by any feeling in this world. You're on your own, enjoying the briskness and beauty of the nature.
She was driving her scooter in the rain. This rain marked the arrival of monsoons in her city, 'The City of Nawabs : Hyderabad'. The road was jam-packed and it is really scary for a newbie to drive through the city where people drive with almost 'NO' traffic sense. She has been driving for a week now, but in some corner of her heart she wasn't still confident.
She was right there in the middle of a wave full of cars and scooters which was meticulously waiting for the red light to turn to green. She was this girl, You see her cross your mind once in a day at least. She is small yet strong and has these millions of dreams which she is aiming to fulfill someday in this short life of hers. She is struggling each day for her dreams to come true.
The roads of Hyderabad are usually filled with all kinds of vehicles from Bicycles to Audis, from City-buses to material trucks.
Hyderabad roads during monsoons, 'Horrible' is the word.
Engines of the autos are begging for rest, Cars are spitting smoke and dirt and showing their frustration through the journey to be crossed, Bikes are continuously honking for reason you'll never know, City-buses will push you to death and the best part, Share-Rickshaws and autos will stop at any side of the road without any indication. No-one here turns with an indication, They turn at their will and no one says a word.
In one of those few hundreds vehicles was her scooter, A red one with a broken mirror. Yes, As mentioned earlier she was a newbie. Her mind worked a lot than her body and her soul was a complete stranger to herself at times.
She was stuck by sudden thoughts, Thoughts about thoughts which are mostly active in our sub-conscious mind and rarely come to our conscious mind, But, right then it was her both conscious and sub-conscious mind thinking simultaneously. She was asking herself
"What it is to be completely complete yet be completely incomplete?
What it is to have a million another people around you and still feel empty and unsure?
What it is to feel everything yet nothing at all?
What it is to be alone and on your own without being questioned or answerable to anyone?
What it is...."
Ever since the day she was born, She questioned herself about her existence and true being which wasn't weird at all. She was unlike those other girls who chatter and gossip about 'Shopping at Accessorize' OR 'Shopper's Stop has an up to 51% off' OR 'The guy who just got down of that 'Merc' is so hot' OR 'That girl is such a bitch'.
She was different.
Very different.
She would never want to sit in the balcony with a hot mug of coffee and pakodas during monsoons. She would take her scooter and run away. Be adventurous, bold and to be on her own. She was someone who believed in feeling the pain to get calmness inside. Each time a drop fell on her skin, her skin cried with pain and her insides felt pure and complete.
She felt.
She was feeling after a long time, the soothing effect left by the pain.
She was smiling and entering into a state she call 'Home'. 'Home' is where you find peace and inner solace.
For those few minutes that day, She was in the world physically but mentally she was in 'home'. Her conscious mind was stable enough to let her drive through the traffic but her sub-conscious mind was highly unstable because it was working, working in a direction which didn't really exist in the real world.
She was driving her scooter in the rain. This rain marked the arrival of monsoons in her city, 'The City of Nawabs : Hyderabad'. The road was jam-packed and it is really scary for a newbie to drive through the city where people drive with almost 'NO' traffic sense. She has been driving for a week now, but in some corner of her heart she wasn't still confident.
She was right there in the middle of a wave full of cars and scooters which was meticulously waiting for the red light to turn to green. She was this girl, You see her cross your mind once in a day at least. She is small yet strong and has these millions of dreams which she is aiming to fulfill someday in this short life of hers. She is struggling each day for her dreams to come true.
The roads of Hyderabad are usually filled with all kinds of vehicles from Bicycles to Audis, from City-buses to material trucks.
Hyderabad roads during monsoons, 'Horrible' is the word.
Engines of the autos are begging for rest, Cars are spitting smoke and dirt and showing their frustration through the journey to be crossed, Bikes are continuously honking for reason you'll never know, City-buses will push you to death and the best part, Share-Rickshaws and autos will stop at any side of the road without any indication. No-one here turns with an indication, They turn at their will and no one says a word.
In one of those few hundreds vehicles was her scooter, A red one with a broken mirror. Yes, As mentioned earlier she was a newbie. Her mind worked a lot than her body and her soul was a complete stranger to herself at times.
She was stuck by sudden thoughts, Thoughts about thoughts which are mostly active in our sub-conscious mind and rarely come to our conscious mind, But, right then it was her both conscious and sub-conscious mind thinking simultaneously. She was asking herself
"What it is to be completely complete yet be completely incomplete?
What it is to have a million another people around you and still feel empty and unsure?
What it is to feel everything yet nothing at all?
What it is to be alone and on your own without being questioned or answerable to anyone?
What it is...."
Ever since the day she was born, She questioned herself about her existence and true being which wasn't weird at all. She was unlike those other girls who chatter and gossip about 'Shopping at Accessorize' OR 'Shopper's Stop has an up to 51% off' OR 'The guy who just got down of that 'Merc' is so hot' OR 'That girl is such a bitch'.
She was different.
Very different.
She would never want to sit in the balcony with a hot mug of coffee and pakodas during monsoons. She would take her scooter and run away. Be adventurous, bold and to be on her own. She was someone who believed in feeling the pain to get calmness inside. Each time a drop fell on her skin, her skin cried with pain and her insides felt pure and complete.
She felt.
She was feeling after a long time, the soothing effect left by the pain.
She was smiling and entering into a state she call 'Home'. 'Home' is where you find peace and inner solace.
For those few minutes that day, She was in the world physically but mentally she was in 'home'. Her conscious mind was stable enough to let her drive through the traffic but her sub-conscious mind was highly unstable because it was working, working in a direction which didn't really exist in the real world.
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