Lamplights🌃

Sometimes you find a place to cry. Even emotions require privacy for expression.

Sometimes the clouds keep moving faster and you can actually feel the time slipping from your hands. And it's so abrupt that you can't even introspect it.

Some days feel like ughhh. Don't even know why. Sometimes it's good to stop and just let your senses and heart actually coordinate and find a way out of this. To just have a look around and watch other people, living their lives. Sit  in the corner of a park and just watch the other bodies move here and there walking and complaining. Tired of their own shits. Tired of everything just like you. Then you start finding similarities between you and them. You actually start living it. Empathy, you call it I guess. To actually step into one's shoe. To at least try thinking of it. You start adjusting, try adjusting. 

As time passes by, you can see that people around you are also trying to adjust. Because you all are under the same sky seeing the same running clouds. Though, having a different perspective, but still! 

You know the subtle shades of park. I mean have you ever really seen it in the evening? The night lamps in the park, throwing and accentuating only the areas around it. There are few street lamps in the park. And the few darker areas which fail  to get highlighted, but still we find people sitting there. I guess trying to shut themselves for a moment. Or like watching other people. Introspecting!

 Sometimes I feel bad for the people who are under this constant attention. What a life! Where everything is just transparent, no privacy, nothing!  I guess I love the people who live in those dark patches who aren't covered by the light lamps. Who are just trying to learn from their lives, while watching other people secretly. Wishing and then reconsidering their own selves. I actually love this secret coordination. I wish to find those dark patches in the park and be the part of the squad living in it. 

Shruti Sawant💤