A New Day

The color of the walls, those green curtains on the windows, that flowery table cover, proper places for objects and even the smell of the room has remained the same. I even woke up exactly where I slept. How then it’s a new day?

At the same time, I have to leave for the same office, climb those same stairs touching the sticky metal railings. The same chair, I have to sit on for hours, the foam of which has transformed to comfortably accommodate my butt. Those known faces, those obligatory formalities, the same talk.

But does everything remain the same?

The sound of the birds chirping, the pattern in the cloud in a tint of blue out of my window, the feeling I wake up with, the dreams I remember and even the air feels entirely new.

The warmth of the sun touches me and I feel glad to be alive, to be able to touch it back.

I leave for the same office, looking at different people on my way. Those interactions, can they ever be the same? I climb those same stairs but with a different pace, which the mood justifies. And the things I do with the wheels of the chair reflects that moment’s restlessness.

And people, they are never really the same — though they try to be. We cannot touch another human, such unbreakable boundary we have created around us. Certainly, people live in those boundaries in front of entire world while breaking it with only a reserved few, whom they can trust. I want to push those boundaries. I want you to see me as you see yourself. Shed your fear, your insecurity, your mistrust to create a meaningful bond with another. Because tomorrow when you wake up, you will have strange smile on your face and a faint memory of someone. And your day can be a little different than it was without me.

Somethings change, some cannot. Sometimes, I try to change things which cannot and hold onto things which can. I might succeed, I might fail or be contented with ‘what is’ but I push boundaries everyday.