I blurt, I speak and then I learn

I was just wondering as I sipped on a espresso while I dipped my samosa in chocolate syrup. "I am dead or is it just that the world around me is dead?"

It was a weird query you know but still I have the right to think whatever I want and so this thought is totally valid. I liked the query but then the Moron sitting with me was just not my type, the question seemed to have evoked a sense of Negativity in her. I think she is too pessimistic, that is why we are still dating each other instead of being lovers. I think she is very choosy and very possessive as well cos whenever I offer to share my bed and blanket with her on a chilly winter night, she refuses and goes to her own bed and blanket without even sharing it with me!!!

Speaking of sharing, it was really nice of her to share her pastry's chocolate syrup with me. I just love chocolates and I also love me. No I am not made of chocolate, I just made of flesh and bones that is mixed with sufficient amount of life. I wonder why the others around me ain't the same. They walk as if they defy gravity, as if they possess the exilir of youth and as if they own the greatest power of them all-The Power of Life. I hope they don't fall hard on gravity, I hope they don't wrinkle with time and I hope they don't lose grip on life for if they do, they will be nothing but me, a worthless human who defies certain dogmas, who cherishes nothing but being alive every minute, who smiles because he realized his blunders and the who fears none but himself and respect almost all who are ahead of him in the relative measure of time and knowledge.

"Sir if you want I can get an extra chocolate syrup" said the waiter
I declined his offer and told him that she is paying the bill so no extra toppings and moreover y waste the syrup she had sacrificed for me. He gave me a weird look and shrugged his shoulders while she was on the verge of calling it a day. Strange na! Life, you try to do something conservative and the ones around go berserk.

Anyways, the bill paid, position surrendered to the next customers of the cafe and out in the rain we went. She offered me to share her umbrella but I declined for she did not accept my blanket. Humans!! weird beings, aren't they?. She walked off while I waited for the rain to end.

There I was greeting every drop of nature with a smile and open arms, while the world around stood under a shelter with a grim face and a comment whizzing thru their mind about my Madness. Madness they say, well I call it adaptation or should say just say confronting reality. Whatever it may be, a comment whizzed thru my mind about those unfortunate fellow mortals who fail to realise the simple fact that facing reality teaches one more than devouring materialistically.

The rain stopped.

"Uncle, my Amma said you are mad, I think standing the rain is fun" said a little voice of 6. I smiled and told him to accompany his mother home and also requested him to keep quiet when she rants at him on the way back home. He smiled and walked towards his fuming mother.

Poor mom, that kid is going to be a handful. Poor kid, that mom is not gonna be in his wavelength.

I walked amidst the puddles, the puddles of rain. I wade thru the clouds, the human clouds that jostle for all the space. I wander among breaths, the breaths of life which emote one's emotion. I roam aimlessly as my senses follow a path towards my room.

I reach home. Numerous calls on my answering machine and just one caller.

"Da! where are you? If your coming home this weekend, drop into Hashimka's house" said the answering machine voice.

Moms no matter what you do, the heartache of bearing us for 9 months never dies. All hail our mothers, the only heaven in this world. The only place where your tears are felt and wiped with the fingers of comfort. The only place where you bow your head whether in shame or pride. The only place where your heart speaks by itself and says "Ma".

Hello world, I am me. A human who lives. A male who searches. A man who relishes in the pages of life. Hello. This is me and this is how I am. Peace