I remember a little child who used to be fascinated by the world and everything in it. He used to look at the flowers, but didn’t dare to touch them, as he was afraid of making the dewdrops fall. He felt the hot summer sun of New Delhi twinge his neck. He looked up at the sky and blinked.
He opened his eyes and in front of him was a laptop. He had the body of a 16 year old and his fingers were typing out something his four-year-old self couldn’t even imagine fathoming, for his mind was frail, his body frugal and his life full of innocence. That’s all it took to make twelve years fly by. Just a blink of an eye.
It’s hard to understand just how our young, innocent, clueless mind turned into these engines that never cease to amaze. Somewhere along the line, during some microsecond of the blink, we changed into these monsters that hide under the skins of average everyday beings. Now, instead of being afraid of letting the dewdrop fall, I pluck the flower and throw it away.
Someone once told me that life is a wonderful gift and that I should cherish every second I spend living on Earth. I accepted the advice and moved on. That was a couple of years ago. Had he met me a couple years later, though, he would’ve left with an earful of very carefully selected words.
My point is, twelve years changes a lot of things. However, I do not know where these twelve years went. Fuck those twelve years. I don’t know where my entire past life went. It just seems to have vanished in the blink of an eye. I’m afraid that three to four more blinks will have me lying on the ground or on a bed, looking at nothing but a bright, white light.
Dorkify-ing this world, one blog post at a time. 