Sitting in balcony, sipping on his usual winter sun and
keeping a track of every passing human being in order to not to miss a chance
to greet the one he knows, unlike his friends who tend to tilt their heads down
when they spot a known person just to bypass an extra second spent in
conversations and bonding, which in fact really confuses him. A butterfly, colorful as rainbow and sparkling like a materialistic ruby catches the
attention of his wandering eyes. Drawn to its beauty like a film star to his
fame, he moves ahead forgetting the fact that he is barred by society, oh!
Wait, by the grills of his balcony, attached to his house, located in his
society, though still the same.
Anyways, mesmerized
by the little beauty, he runs out of the balcony, into the living room, the
balcony door shuts back with loud noise, almost sounding like an explosion, an
explosion of anticipation, mother shouts from inside, reacting to the large
loud step. The boy nevertheless runs across the room, faintly tipping the glass
table, grasping for breath, he unlocks the latch on door, the metal makes
creepy sound, as the door opens and white light fills the entire room, light of
eternity he thought in his head or he should have thought, but his mind was too
occupied by anticipation that he virtually goes blank as he runs out, out of
the house, out of the house situated in a society, marked by rules and orders,
tradition and judgments, he runs, he runs to discover the lost visual of a
tinny little beautiful butterfly, still so complex that it seems like a
miracle. His head goes in left and so does in right, his mind goes in despair and
heart goes in desire, his thoughts fluctuates between withdrawal and
persistence, torn by the choice, his absent nervous system registers a blink of
a movement on RIGHT side, it was the butterfly. He jumps in joy but as he
lands his left knee hurts, his vision not so pristine and the power with which
he cuts through the polluted air to reach as close as possible to the desirable
creature seems like a faint sneeze. He notices that he actually aged while
running behind his choice, his desire, and his adventure. But he is happy, he
went against the rules, he was not bound by judgment or bruises, he ran like a
wind, a free wind, he followed his heart like a child. It doesn't matter how old was he and what religion he followed, doesn't matter what day it was or which phone he owned, what matters, is his heart, his heart remained young and carefree.
“Hai guzarish itni
tujhse, karun jab aankhein band mein,
Uss pal suraj ko
thoda bhigo ke chamkana,
hawa ko befikra
bahana,
fullon ko thoda aur
rijhana,
lag jaye pata har
jigre ko,
jaye na kabhi woh,
jawan hai jo zamana”
