The Bubble

Haven’t felt the need to write something for quite some time now. Life is passing just as it was passing and people around are still the same like they were before; well not entirely the same. A hell lot of changes to talk about. But then a conversation on that happens in my mind palace quite often. So no point discussing it here!

It’s like being in a bubble in a large room filled with people. There are plenty of things going around. You can hear everything, loud noises, soft voices, cries of joy, wailing people, complaints, troubles bothering a few minds, silent smiles, bursting egos; all of it. But you aren’t a part of it. Or rather you have no intention at all to be a part of it. You sit at a place away from everyone else. You see all of them but people see right through you. They move away without giving a second thought or a hint of recognition. Without even a courteous thanks for making their life a little lighter, a little bearable. You try to wave at them but they don’t see you. You give them a smile but they don’t acknowledge. You try to bang at the bubbles walls to get their attention, but you just get bounced back.

The room starts emptying itself. They walk out. Just like everyone else before. And they never come back because the door opens only one way.

The room is empty. Not even a stir in the still air. Sunlight streams steadily through the window. I look outside through the room. Everything is a blur; everything is too fast. The bubble clings around closer. You try to stretch yourself out from it to look at the blur from close. The more you stretch the more it shrinks. You fold up around yourself.

A tiny world in your own bubble.