I woke up and got dressed. It was a really murky day it seemed, and as I was indolent, it was really tough for me to set my foot outside the house. It started raining heavily, I opened my umbrella and kept walking.
With my fractious behavior, I always managed to trouble everyone around. Usually I remained demure, and that is why I was not readily accepted. I too didn’t liked having company, I felt elated when I was alone.
I was walking by the lanes, the water was flowing on the roads, there was no one around. I guessed everyone might be inside their houses, since water was filled everywhere.
I was lost, in my own thoughts. Others often derided me for my conduct, and it was a routine. So I felt really happy this day, as no one was there to notice me. I was on my way to work, but I sensed that the office will be closed, so I changed my route. It was a very rare opportunity for me to talk to myself. So I kept walking further.
The weather was in its full form, dancing on the tunes of may be some feral despot, articulating itself freely. The voice which came from the falling of the beautiful droplets of water on the ground was really pleasing to the ear. Its very rare when we get to witness nature’s candor shining in our eyes. The view was spectacular.
I was still walking, lost my track, as I was busy in admiring the felicity around. It was still on my mind, that there was no one around. I knew that the rains were heavy, but seeing not a single person around was a little disturbing. Not because I wanted to see people, but I saw them everyday and the view somehow felt incomplete. But I didn’t worried about it much, as you don’t get such peaceful environments everyday.
I walked the whole day, not a single human I saw. I finally reached my house and went to my room. Now a little fear imperceptibly entered inside my mind, I genuinely saw no one and it was scary. I tried to convince myself that it was just a rare situation, and people might have avoided traveling because of the rains. I coerced myself to sleep.
Later in the night I woke up, that little fear was now growing inside my mind, what if there is really no one there? I tried to confront my fear, it was an intrepid step, but I had to take it. I again went to the streets, it was still raining. This time I ran on the roads, to catch a glimpse of another human like myself, my efforts went in vain. My fear kept growing bigger with each step I took, still no one came to my vision.
I ran hard, looking at all directions at the same time, my breath was running faster than me. And then I stopped, I was not able to go any further, I was literally dragging my body inch by inch. My lassitude was dancing on each and every part of my body, my fear was accompanying it. I lost hope. I knew I was all alone, no one around. What I always wanted, was now killing me.
I sat on the ground, a few moments later, a sweeper passed by, his head covered by plastic sheet, to protect himself from the rain. A candid smile ran through my lips, I took a deep breath as I realized that I was not alone after all.
It was really bizarre, the solitude which I kept seeking in my entire life almost killed me.