Black is my favourite color. At least it is right at this moment. Like almost evertyhing about being time dependent, the choices are the same too. This moment i may be so in love with Black and yet the next i would want blue. Its just funny.
Not only is it about time, but it is also situation dependent. When i am video-chatting with someone i would really not want much of black in the frame, like more light. And yet the same black looks awesome at a pub, the dark shades hanging around.
It was like all other days. Probably the only thing so special about it, was that it was a Sunday. And a sunday evening for that matter! I was just coming back home, when it started drizzling. The drizzle became a steady rain, moving to heavy rain. And it was raining cats and dogs!
There was not a patch of cloth, left dry on me. And my only protection to the rain, was a helmet, blinding my field of vision. I drove through the perilous rain and by the time i got back to home, i was like leaking water from my clothes. By the time i removed my clothes i had already created a puddle.
Tears just find a way to flow
Cant stop them anymore
On the open highway
Thats what my cheeks have become
Finding a way from the eyes
To the end of road
Linger and Drop
Leaving only a wetness behind
It was not while i was thinking for days in some remote location of the country that i came to this realisation. It just happened during a simple bike ride while coming back home. I have this habit of accelerating gradually, but never wanting to brake. And it was while i was cruising that i thought “Why, this is it”. This is what is required to keep the world functioning. MOMENTUM.