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The unknown instant!

Just minutes ago… it all made sense! It was just fine! Everything fell in pristine order, just as she’d known all her life to be… just as everything “worked” out for her!

A plan it was! A plan that always made sense! All predetermined, like everything else that drew up a perfectly functional blueprint in her life. Oh yes there were always the unexpected mishaps. The ones that in the heat of moment tripped her off completely and swayed her from reality. But it never took her long to get back to “the plan”!

If there wasn’t one at that stage, it always came up. Her subconscious was her greatest ally! Eventually, it always came to her rescue, before she could even acknowledge it!

But such was a day – a day which was nothing different than any other day she would’ve been able to have picked up on. A routine. An expectant. Nothing unusual. Nothing unnerving so as to have shaken her whole existence.

But tip-toed, it walked in. The feeling. The assured incense of comfort.

Walking hand in hand with the fear of unknown, it subtly slipped through the unnoticed crack of her doorstep.

And when it arrived, it surged her through a glimpse of insanity of utmost joy. The perennial joy of nirvana.

Within moments the fears that had walked with it, sunk in. The million questions she never even knew existed occurred in a flash of an instant.

She found herself battling, dealing with the surprise of the joy and the uncertainty of the fears at that same very moment.

Something changed that night. Something very unnoticeable in that continuum.

Something completely oblivious of the fragment of the definition of time as an instant.

She complied with natural, conditioned behaviour, and caved in to deal with it “naturally” as a human would.

But what was to come by, would be far greater than an average human was to be able to fathom.

She couldn’t see it just yet.

A miracle, was in the making!

Dust to dust

The sun shone on his teary eyes, glistening beads of exasperation, evaporating, drying up quicker than it took to be formed.

He stubs his stale cigarette by his foot with all the might an empty heart can provide, as if he realised that he had no choice but to fight!

Such situations were never easy to deal with. However a behaviourial pattern that was formed since his childhood years, he inactively always chose flight. This time there was no flight! There were no hidden doors to escape. The enemy wouldn’t listen to any of his prolific meanderings. Trapped in an emotional catch 22 Alcatraz, the only thing he was blatently aware of was how quickly he was running out of time.

That’s when it hit him. Running out of time? Now isn’t that another elusive escape? A deceptive smile beckoned and encompassed his decree!

In an instant he felt relieved. There, right there, in the turbulent spasm of those handcuffs, dormantly layed his answer.

Basking in his triumph, he let go of everything. Isn’t that what he craved after all under the million different disguises?