365 Days In My Pocket

Pocket is indeed an inquisitive treasure that brings about skepticism and wonders from people. Yes, as usual, different people, different perspectives. It has been home to uncertain things, a chocolate wrapper, split open medicines, unproductive key, lustrous stones and fragmented watch, a torn balloon. Each has a story to tell, which is precious only to me. What I couldn't hold onto is, most certainly Time. Can time be captivated? It flies away without dialogue. It apparently has halted for the World since the wake of an incessant, everlasting pandemic. 

I was sailing through life, without any thought -direction. The chatter of the concerned people often sank my heart. For some, it has been a new spring, for some, an eternal scuffling, and some countless emotions. It was a whirlpool of elusive passion; without contentedness. Life suddenly became without purpose. Hope was sinking as the sun sank each day beyond imagination. There were rumours in the air ,which I concluded that the World might end . Media ratings flooded my screen #worldmustend #365daysinpocket. That weird thing is nothing but the truth. I memorized, Truth is bitter and cruel. How come this is accomplished? The time I went through the international relations tussle, I instantly predicted a third world war fought through bio-weapons, UFOs circling the drunkards, people giving up their lives or being made to do so. Covid19 or whatever you name this mischievous,life-hacking thing. Education dissolved with my hope on school-going, more importantly, it's my last year in school or maybe in the planet . The clock ticking ....only 8760 hours left . Doomsday Scrolling .an asteroid about the size of the Earth to crash through, glaciation risking Tsunami. Some babas predicted,'' the savior would take away sinners. Then, I questioned Google," who is without sins ?'. Even Google couldn't answer. Am I only unsettled with the impending doom? The pollution crisis is no more the nightmare of environmentalists, it's over everyone. The network problem during online classes squeezed me. After a few days of my conflict with my phone, I became more mature. I realized I am not the only one fighting with it. It requires just a glimpse of the World's digital divide. .it was only me who can know myself and handle my future outcomes. 

On a fine day like Sunday, I dreamt of a celestial, animated World. I was being teleported to the unknown. I was taken aback by the blaze that sparked out of infinity. I found myself wearing a metallic cloth standing in the middle of a great, hollow hall where metallic sounds echoed. As soon as I turned westwards, my mother came running toward me. She said," come, we must leave now, only !". I was flabbergasted to see such a depressing tone in her voice. I thought not to become amazed, rather move to where I need to. It was only physical bodies and souls that we carried. As I seated myself on a specialized aircraft, I found we were moving towards another planet. One pilot said," A new life ensuing ". After some time, I couldn't suspend my indecision," where are we heading towards, mother ? " . Mother said calmly," we are just get away to another distant land, Mars is no more ". I sniffled hardly as a little fly came closer to my nose. I was back on Earth. Immediately, I searched up for the date and time. It was 23rd November and one month left to survive on unique Earth!  

Suddenly, I found a change in myself. I admired everything and embraced little moments, no matter how joyful or villainous it was. I thought ," Time has come to thanks everyone for their consideration". On seeing my awkward state ,my mother said ," live satisfactorily , death is inevitable. " I was taking in an exilir of life through my window; twittering birds, glowing flowers, bending trees. I felt the sky as my crown and the Earth as my carpet. Everything seemed so precious . Although technology haunted me, I embraced its limited use. I tried to be simple . As days passed ,I no longer grieved but the soaky grief clogged up the throat . Finally ,it was 30 th December,the end seemed eminent and immediate. I contacted almost whoever's number I found. There were innumerous waves of the pandemic, this year. I turned on the television early morning that day only to hear the headlines," The meteor has safely passed by the Earth and the World will be slowly be normalised .....pandemic .....the world preparing for future pandemics ".....'. I could neither feel, nor hear nor see anything but hope.