It was an ordinary evening. He was riding his bike like any other day. Unaware of the destination. Unaware what this short ride would entail. For some people, reading or listening to music or sleeping is an escape. But riding was his escape. He rode as his mood drove him. Some would call him reckless while some would call him crazy. But nothing mattered because that was his zone. As he drove, he wondered about the unanswered paradigms of his universe. He was lost in thoughts of what could have happened if he wouldn't have been so short-tempered. He imagined a life where he didn't have a single intoxicating habit. He wondered how it would feel like to never think about suicide. He imagined what it would be like to laugh instead of cry. He thought how wonderful it would be to find his perfect companion and growing old together. He fascinated over his parallel universe. During that time, he wasn't aware where he was going but he knew there was no turning back. He kept riding and he kept thinking. All of a sudden, a drop of water fell on his hand. And seconds later, it was raining heavily! Regardless, he kept driving. It was unbelievably peaceful. It felt like all his worries were getting washed out and that his soul was cleansed. Every drop of rain hitting his face made his smile wider. At that moment, all his complex questions were taken away. And smiles were poured. He was thrilled by the joy that riding gave him whilst it rained. He laughed at those bikers who stopped for it to rain. He just didn't get the point. All of a sudden, he realised he could get all of the things he imagined. And so he decided to be a better person. As he accelerated, another wave of breeze passed through his ears as if it wanted to convey some message. And in that moment, he felt grateful for his life.
(‘Monday Moments’ is a blog series wherein I write about an incident or a moment in a short paragraph. It’s not a story, but just a short description to express and explore the most common joys and also the uncommon miseries.)