And the Rain Falls

Lying on the bed,

Eyes outside the window

And Mind miles away.

Seeing the rain fall,

The distant pitter and patter.

Lying on the bed,

Hand in hair.

Thoughts there and everywhere.

The season is rubbing off on me.

The monsoon is outside

And on my mind

As clock ticks and tocks,

The grey season makes me blue.

And I lie on my bed.

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The world is not a wish-granting factory

Today I picked up The fault in our Stars and began reading it from a random page. As I was reading, I imagined myself in the characters’ position, as you do.  I imagined what it would be like to have a disease which kills you not only physically but also mentally. What it would be like to be a Grenade as Hazel puts it in the book.

It would be heartbreaking and scary, no doubt about it and I am not one of those weirdos who wish to be Hazel Grace because it’s oh so romantic. But I still imagine what I would do if I come to know today that my days are numbered.

And thus began my mental checklist of what I would do and what I should do if I have few months of life left. Midway through this discussion I asked myself, “Why don’t I do these things now? Why do I have to wait for a deadline before I start doing things I want to?”

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