It was raining heavily out there, when I first heard someone crying. It wasn’t something I was looking forward to notice right after waking up.
I have been living all by myself lately, with regrets and choices I didn’t go out for. It hasn’t been easy to stand where I am today.
(A soldier who no longer serves in the army, a being who is looking for reasons to stay alive. It is about the journey that never made it till the end. A journey, filled with blood. It all started when he was suspended from the army for not following the commands. A decision he is proud about.)
I just sat by the window, watching the raindrops kiss the surface of the earth, making pattering sounds, with birds looking for a hiding place, people looking for some shelter. Nature comes out to be a tricky place at times. The amount of times we appreciate nature comes out to be the exact right number of times we run and hide from saving it. Pretty decent to digest, isn’t it?
It felt like, the sky is ready to make amends with the actions it didn’t commit, yet everyone runs from this very fact. At times, it makes me think that is it just me who thinks this way or are there more people who actually put pressure on the way the brain needs to work. Disheartening!
(While it still rained out there, he came out to wander around and take notice of everything he missed, when he was out on war, but it does not end there. All those running emotions and distinctive thoughts are just there, where they need to be in such a mean world. All he did, was to look out for each one of them present around him, and somewhere down the line, he managed to do that.)
I walked through the park which was just around the corner, and I happened to notice some unusual things. Children were playing in the rain with no fear while their parents looked at them and smile. They enjoyed every emotion that nature had to deliver, and not a single child got tired of it.
When I was on the battlefield, I had people running around in fear, even if it was raining. They just wanted to survive another wave that was thrown at them. It does not feel good, when you return back home with such a heavy heart. I had no control over the situations over there, but I managed to make my way out of it.
I was given a rifle that I never used. I was given a uniform that I was never proud of. I was given a designation that makes me hate myself even more. I was given a reason to fight but I chose not to. What I chose was the belief that I never had earlier in my life. I walked with that belief that the people will see the sun rising, with peace around them, but it seemed otherwise.
I made some efforts to retaliate but then, I was sent back, and that’s how it has been for me.
Whenever you try to stand for a cause, all you get is the road that you need to choose for something indifferent. We get options but not the ones you would want to bank upon but the ones stated by people you’re retaliating against. What do I call it? Tyranny? I’m still trying to cope and recover from the damages caused by the sanctions and decisions I made.
(Sometimes, we do land in situations where even the reality poses to be a threat to a being’s existence. How can someone work across and help himself in such a transitional phase? We often live between harmonies that don’t really exist, and that has been the very case with him.)
Today, I sit on one of the benches of the park and close my eyes to take a deep breath. Something I haven’t practiced for a long time. There are a lot of things that need to sink in but I’ll give it some time. My hands have a lot of blood on it that will take time to wash away. They are guilty yet deceased.
Today, I sit beside peace, throwing my eyes in all the corners of the street, looking for fear, love and reasons to breathe. The streets are filled with such things yet I hold myself from all of it.
Today, I sit to observe the plant growing out loud, parents taking good care of their child, wind blowing through the leaves and how the sun goes down.
I live in an unknown reality which is quite difficult to fetch initially, but the most important thing is that I’m alive.