Not that I had walked through those narrow streets before, it seemed strange. There was something in those suburbs that was attracting me with a force stronger than gravity. I didn’t know where I was going, and it was the winds whispering the directions in my ears. It was one of those moments when brain doesn’t work, and it is the heart that takes the lead. Is it wise to follow my heart in an unknown land? Are these the positive signs of the universe or am I just being a fool? Should I go ahead anyway? No, I probably shouldn't. Or perhaps, I should. Random crazy thoughts were diving deep down my mind. My heart was pounding faster than a train on a rickety track. I had no idea what the dangers lay ahead. I was forcing myself into the horrors of bizarreness.
It was extremely likely that I was overwhelmed. It might just be a normal peaceful neighbourhood where people liked to mind their own business. There shouldn’t be anything strange about the crimson, yellow and orange leaves hanging on the dry trees and being ready to fall off. It was how an autumn was supposed to be like. Strong and gusty winds were blowing across the streets. The dark prominent clouds gave promise of rain. I cleared my mind of all the negative thoughts and started to move ahead. I was just about to turn around the corner of the street when an old lady came out of nowhere. It was hard to tell if she was surprised or shocked. She gave a strange smile and said, “Long time no see. How are you doing?”
The quality that I had built up over time to ignore the strangers and keep me to myself forced me to move ahead without speaking a word. However, I could not but bother myself to keep her face out of my head. Her wrinkled face with a strange smile and her shivering lips with a familiar voice were moving like a clear picture in my thoughts. When I was far enough from her sight, I stopped to think where I was going and, hell yeah, I was lost. The intuitive guy inside me was dead, and I knew I was going to have a hard time finding the way back. "Nice try again, dude," I said sarcastically to my idiotic self and decided to get back home.725Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGvcBSsIGV4
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There still laid a probability of encountering the same old woman, but that was the risk I was willing to take. And when you think you have had worse, the worst begins to show up. The nature had kept its promise by blessing the dry land with infinite showers. Pity me for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The right time, I would say, was when I used to be a teenager. I didn’t mind the rain; I rather enjoyed it. I enjoyed everything around me: the nature, the music, the weather, the people, and above all, the liveliness—the liveliness of the innocent hearts around me. But there are a few things that come with age, and whinging nature is one of them. Oh man! I would give anything to be my real self again.
I was so lost daydreaming that I didn’t even realize I was drenched in cold showers. From the soreness of my throat, I could guess that I had almost caught a very bad cold. I could feel the influenza viruses attacking my helpless body, with full power. Maybe the universe was conspiring to make me terribly ill, or maybe I was relying too much on the universe. Either way, I had no point being there. I decided to run, and I ran with full speed until I reached my apartment. My apartment was not a cozy one; it was just enough to keep alive a lost person like me. It had one spacious room with a clear view of the mountains which was enough to keep me further lost. Its walls reminded me of something of which I had no idea. The only good thing I can remember about it was that it kept on giving me random clues at certain interval. Those clues kept my belief alive and made my madness stronger.
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