1 Time

It was unintentional. I was going through a decade old and dusted folder in my laptop when I stumbled upon this picture… and I just could not get over it. It was astounding as to how much a still image can move you. As if I assumed the asymmetry between time and space. As if time itself broke its rule number one, held my hand and took me into that moment once again. Only that I was watching the moment from a different perspective, as an outsider. As if it was a movie.

It was so vivid that I almost believed I was there watching the younger me investigating life through a not-so-pessimistic lens. It was hope I could smell there. I saw some dreams flying in the air. There was time, at hands of my younger self. He was not a part of this corporate juggernaut, nor was he a victim of societal burdens. He was a free soul, ready to take on the world.

My cheeks felt moist, tears they were. Embarrassing me in front of this ever-so-mighty time. I wanted to come back. But a part of me wanted to meet the younger me and tell him that all those dreams and plans are going to hit rock-bottom when life shall make her move.

It's all a big delusion buddy!

Don't fall for it….

Alas, the trap is alluring and he is naïve!

….and I got back, closing the folder and getting on with life in this cubicle I call my office!!!