HibernationLetters 30

Dated-28/01/2018

For past couple of weeks every Sunday morning I have been going for walks on the empty streets of the Kolkata station. Perfect winter mornings with a cool breeze apt enough just to make your nose tip cold. There is a place where one can stand and see a long road, wide open, nothing filling that void. You stand there and just breathe. Breathe till every single cell in your brain wakes up to think. Then think about life and how amazing it is to be alive. To live another day inhaling the fresh air. You realise there is a destination. It might be a peregrination but in the end you will be relaxed.
Good morning fellas!

Till here all this was almost half a year ago...
Now
Today...

When I found this piece again I was overwhelmed by the thoughts of what I'd planned then and how much things have changed since then.
I am a little scared to tread forward but excited as well for the new journey of my life. Though everything is still uncertain yet I'm hopeful to find what I've always been searching for.
We all dream till life takes its turns but I would say nomatter how our lives turn out to be, we should never stop dreaming high.

Dreams make us an optimist!
They fill us with such positive energy that we are always ready to fight.
Like I am here fighting for myself and I know soon I will win for sure!

P.S. Always remember, time and patience does wonders!
Smiling beautifully
Auldrin

HibernationLetters 19

Yesterday scrolling through the Facebook & Instagram posts, I noticed how much people like to share the stories and pictures of their date nights. And here I sat missing those days when we used to have our breakfasts together. Early morning strolls ending on reaching our favourite tea stalls or dhabas or some tiny food joint calling itself a restaurant since there was a roof on top.  The post night on-call or the pre morning round times being the best. It's difficult to find a person who can patiently listen to all my blabbering chats. You just played that role so efficiently that falling for you became a facile step. I wonder was it your curiosity or my storytelling charm or a mix of both that led to one thing after another.

I loved visiting all those food corners in that 5-mile radius of our workplace. Sipping the hot beverage, exchanging stories, fighting for you not focussing on my face, blushing when you totally did and waiting to have that last sip of the beverage in your cup that you would leave as usual.

Staying away from you and meeting new people here has taken its toll on me. The dreams are still the same but the hero is not you.

Such beautiful visuals in which the hero came from across the country just to hold my hand caressing with his fingers telling me how much he has always loved me, how he came back for me once, to express how much he has craved to be next to me, how much he still wishes to continue doing so yet somehow he can't. And damn, I woke up from the sleep coming back to the reality of the empty bed beside me and no one else in the house.

It's been so long since you left then why does dreaming about someone else feel like cheating on you?

Clearly, I'm still in a dilemma about moving on or living in the clouds of such false hopes and expectations.

Waiting for a rescuer before I drown in my own thoughts inside my head…

Auldrin