I look back at my life and I look at my life now and all I see is a line, not even a plane, not even a series of line segments connected at various angles, not even that, just a line, one dimensional – an infinite repeating stale connections of collinear points. That’s it. I see rainbows but in gray scale. I see vitality but only in the creases of my palms. I sigh at life; What a fucked up mess! A tasteless stew! Vestigial! Garbage!
Distant voices call me harsh and stupid. But they don’t understand that life doesn’t care! Maybe death does but then who cares about his universally acknowledged and yet clandestine existence! Until it’s too late?
Astrologers approve of my stars. Society acknowledges my talent. Sometimes it rains small packets of happiness. Sometimes birds sit on my shoulders and sing songs of love. And yet all I see is a line – An infinite stabbing, sobbing, screaming line.
And that is all I see until I ask my mother – “What do you want? It is mother’s day!” All I see is a line until she takes me into her arms and says, “Nothing. You are enough.”
And that’s when the line shatters into stars scattered across a beautiful night sky. That’s when the line erupts into multiple hitherto unknown dimensions. That’s when the line splits into VIBGYOR. That’s when the line becomes the life worth living.
Happy mother’s day! (Not belated, because that’s today, every today)