Metamorphosis

I sat down by the window, looking at the drops of rain falling mercilessly on the ground. The sky was dark, illuminated every once in a while by lightning, and echoing with the roars of thunder. Neither a vehicle, nor a living soul passed by the road the entire time I was sitting.

I sat down by the window, as still as a mountain, unshaken by the thunder, unmoved by the strong wind. My gaze was fixed on a tiny leaf, swirling wildly. Water was falling on it continuously, but it never got drenched.

I sat down by the window, with a hope that I would get to see someone, even something passing by the empty water-logged street or a flying bird trying to reach its nest made with a lot of effort, a symbol of its dignity and perseverance.

I sat down by the window, thinking about things important and not, but ones always circling my head. Thinking what matters and what does not, I kept mulling over the past, like it was something which was going to determine my future.

I sat down by the window, tears in my eyes, longing to see that face again, yearning for the comfort once felt, which got lost in the midst of confusion, chaos and an underlying sense of guilt and regret.

I sat down by the window, clenching my fists, clenching my teeth, so full of anger and rage, wanting to destroy all the innocence I see, for that’s what I always thought happened to me.

I sat down by the window, the strong wind turning to breeze, calming me down; consoling me like a mother’s lullaby does to a baby, and erasing the clutch of negativity growing inside me, like a shadow with each passing hour.

I sat down by the window, looking at the reducing rain, listening to the serene sound of small droplets falling on the streets, taking in the sweet smell of the moist soil, overpowered for so long by the thunder and the whistling winds, rising from the earth slowly, reminding me of the importance of what lies beneath.

I sat down by the window, a damp day turning to normal again, cars back on the streets, birds flying by, bees buzzing from flower to flower, children and adults coming back out, not caring about what happened just a few hours ago, completely devoted in the present.

I sat down by the window, tears fading, lips curving into a wonderful arc, happy that I am present, realising that it is a present, with memories of both extremes, making me a stronger person.

I thank everyone, who has made me what I am today, for whatever part you have played, you have made me stronger.