After jogging around the lake, he sat on a bench. He loved early mornings. He always symbolised the parts of his day to some words. These early mornings symbolised peace. Afternoons symbolised wars. Evenings symbolised merriment. And nights symbolised emotions. So this was the part of the day where he sought peace. But something was different that day. He sat there staring into the depth of the water. His mind was blank. He had a lot on his plate to think; office workload, stressed life, dependent parents, fake colleague friends, ex-girlfriend and everything that was wrong with his life. But at that moment in time he couldn't feel a thing. His mind was shut off. If anyone would've asked him if he was okay, he would've answered that he didn't know. Because he really did not know why he was feeling that way. A point comes in your life when all the overwhelming things pause. They stop in your head and you find yourself not thinking about them at all. A numbness settles. A good kind of numbness that acts like an anaesthesia for your thoughts. At that moment, he felt hopeless for not being able to care but he also felt relieved. There wasn't any stress. No dilemmas. No tensions. It was just him and the water. His eyes just followed the ripples. One after the other. It soothed him. It had a calming effect which he needed. He wondered about them. Ripple after ripple. They felt just like heartbeats on the machine. In that moment, as his brain went numb he kept looking at the nothingness of the world.
(‘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.)