Delusion

 15-11-2023

Looking across the empty landscape, observed by the branches of fallen trees, a sense of unease settled within me. Was this truly how my day at the department was meant to conclude? A sudden realization struck—I may have left something behind in the chaos of my life. Without a second thought, I propelled myself into a directionless rush.

Approaching the door, a familiar voice inquired, "Where are you off to?" Caught off guard by the unexpected question from a recognizable voice, I stood there, a bit nonplussed, unsure of how to artfully articulate my response. With a feeble attempt, I replied, "Oh, just looking around," I mumbled something and ran to my quest for the forgotten treasure.

However, a sense of disappointment washed over me—my precious belonging was nowhere to be found. Did it truly belong to me, or was it all a dream, an illusion? Accepting the fate of the day, I emerged disheartened. Checking my phone, I realized an interview was about to begin. The urgency shifted, and I dashed towards it, determined to turn the tide in my favor.

In the whirlwind of events, I couldn't help but reflect on the day. Am I too careless with things dear to me? Walking towards the interview venue, one thought echoed in my mind, "Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?" - a song, a lovely one indeed. Is it a delusion, or do some songs truly make you the main character of a film?

 16-11-2023

Today's story unfolded as I entered that classroom. My bag settled on the familiar table, a witness to countless moments. Accompanied by a bench, vast enough to absorb the echoes of a million muted sighs, large enough for opposing ideologies to sit just for once to ceasefire.

Stretching extensively, it could comfortably host both Pakistanis and Indians to talk over Kashmir. Despite the ample space, my eyes reflected profound sadness and tears, as still there was no space for "US"? A perfect stage went empty as my fate wasn't accommodating enough

With a heavy heart, I stood to avoid obstructing their way. Despite stepping back, I found myself drawn back to the same bench. I sat down, carrying the weight of promises made in life along with the promises made in this course.

It felt like an illusion, a delusion. My heart was shrinking into the most dense black hole. The atmosphere was suffocating my chest. The toxicity in the air showed how I am not welcome here anymore. I had to go. Eventually, I stood and went far far away towards an empty vast land. And there it stood—a lone tree in this vast expanse. It welcomed me as it had been waiting for me. I lay down beneath its shadow. While my body connected with the grass, I observed the bluish gradient in the sky. The atmosphere held a serene quality, allowing me to pass the time.