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THE TIME TRAP
THE TIME TRAP
The winters are pretty harsh over this part of the globe. Usually, we see massive snowfall and a complete hibernation of people for atleast 3 months. You guessed it right. I have been staying in Chicago for five years now. Life had been buttery for the first two years. I had vibrant wings of happiness and they fluttered boundlessly throughout the mazzarine sky.
Five years behind the lens, I could still see a life that had dreams; dreams to conquer the mundane extremities ranging from the highest mountain peaks to the deepest ocean floors.
I hailed from a serene town in the stems of the Himalayas. Shimla is still my favourite town on earth but despite being so close to my heart, I had to leave my cradle to fly into the dense crowd of human civilisation. Perhaps, time had already planned this life for me.
I had completed an engineering degree in medical devices and after working for few years, they expected me to serve in their US office. I could have rejected; to stay back with my parents within the arms of the pristine mountain range. But even before my mind could figure out the thin lining tween the right and wrong, my wings started fluttering to pull me up into the unknown folds of the sky.
It was a Friday. I had my flight from New Delhi Airport at five in the evening. My parents came to see me off along with Neha. Neha was my childhood love. The brocaded days I had lived with her; came floating by my moist eyes. Dip, utho. School nai jana?( Dip, get up. Won't you go to school?), her rhythmic voice still rings in my ears. Beads of moments joined together on the thread of time to create a garland of beautiful memories. She stood there beside my mother. Her pale face was wearing the garland of memories and I could see it lucid on her face.
"Passengers waiting for SE 956 Jet Airways flight to Chicago, please assemble near gate number 2A", the announcement made me get over the boozing dose of memories silently flowing down my arteries and veins. I smiled at them one last time and left for my destination. Perhaps, I...
The winters are pretty harsh over this part of the globe. Usually, we see massive snowfall and a complete hibernation of people for atleast 3 months. You guessed it right. I have been staying in Chicago for five years now. Life had been buttery for the first two years. I had vibrant wings of happiness and they fluttered boundlessly throughout the mazzarine sky.
Five years behind the lens, I could still see a life that had dreams; dreams to conquer the mundane extremities ranging from the highest mountain peaks to the deepest ocean floors.
I hailed from a serene town in the stems of the Himalayas. Shimla is still my favourite town on earth but despite being so close to my heart, I had to leave my cradle to fly into the dense crowd of human civilisation. Perhaps, time had already planned this life for me.
I had completed an engineering degree in medical devices and after working for few years, they expected me to serve in their US office. I could have rejected; to stay back with my parents within the arms of the pristine mountain range. But even before my mind could figure out the thin lining tween the right and wrong, my wings started fluttering to pull me up into the unknown folds of the sky.
It was a Friday. I had my flight from New Delhi Airport at five in the evening. My parents came to see me off along with Neha. Neha was my childhood love. The brocaded days I had lived with her; came floating by my moist eyes. Dip, utho. School nai jana?( Dip, get up. Won't you go to school?), her rhythmic voice still rings in my ears. Beads of moments joined together on the thread of time to create a garland of beautiful memories. She stood there beside my mother. Her pale face was wearing the garland of memories and I could see it lucid on her face.
"Passengers waiting for SE 956 Jet Airways flight to Chicago, please assemble near gate number 2A", the announcement made me get over the boozing dose of memories silently flowing down my arteries and veins. I smiled at them one last time and left for my destination. Perhaps, I...
