Worlds apart...........

I stood in the balcony. Couldn't have the shirt on. It was fricking hot. The body all sticky and smelly with sweat.And standing in that balcony gave a sense of being trapped between two worlds. The warm air from the room gently perspiring my back. And the rare waft of cool breeze from outside, brushing against my face whenever it got the opportunity to.

Two worlds, two choices. One had to be done away with. The cool breeze is instantly inviting. for a leisurely walk. Through the streets, the heart of the neighborhood. With tall trees standing guard, sentinels protecting the huge cement superstructures. And the endless, peaceful silence. Where one could hear his own heart beat.

Or the warm room. Bearing the brunt of the brutal summer. Unbearable. With books all around. Study. Work. Make. Plan.The fan sending down blasts of hot air with a methodical, rhythmic whirring sound. The computer spewing out some melodies.Clothes lying around. The books in the rack, gathering dust.Smiling faces, staring from the shaky frame. The ever present creaking of the door, diabolical. Weary.......

Then the lights on my phone go up and it rings. Her voice is always so soothing. So clear, you could almost see yourself in reflection. And then the two worlds make no difference. For some time, i am free from the two obvious choices i see. I have secretly created for myself, the third. And i cling on to it as hard as i can. Anchor my stricken ship to that rock until the tide beckons. For that stretch of time, those many ticks of the watch-arms, i am liberated from mortal sights and sounds. For then, i can only feel a bright light around me, enveloping my world. And no more do i choose to wake up from that elysian feeling. At least till the sky sees an orange shade. For then, my world is perfect.Functions as i want it to. Obeys. Me........

The sun must then but rise. And with it brings the omnipotent question, the persistent choice, around again. And this time there is no escape. Forget or remember? Surrender or struggle? Win or lose?