Charvi Pareek
July, 2035.
Paris never looked more beautiful. The sunset behind the Eiffel tower never looked prettier in my head. The breeze felt cooler. The air was filled with the fragrance of comfort and relief. Everyone looked relaxed. At least from the outside.
A decision to sit on the lakeside to witness the break of nightfall was something I would generally like to take. So I did. It felt nice to watch the sun set into the horizon waiting for the night to take over. It was as if the sun was getting back home after work. Just like I did. But I decided to ignore the fact. Afterall, it had been so long since I had thought about nature and everything else that was not machine. ”Why spoil the day thinking about such things?”
I sat at the edge of my bench, wondering how my dad was always busy. Every memory of his that I have has to do something with him being busy. It feels good to realize that he is relaxed now. He can sit back and just take a break. But why doesn’t it feel good when I think of myself? When I was in college, even I liked to have breaks, no!
Now I don’t. Every break that I have from my leisure time now, is one where I think about working, about how the sense of achievement and fulfilment took over me every time I completed a task on my own; where I had something to hold on to and call my own creation.
“This is an excerpt from the dream that you put on record last night. Hope I was able to provide you with the best of it.”
Ah, good job dreaming on your own, Charvi Pareek.
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