An unfamiliar but yet familiar walk!

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Today she decided to walk to her home after work instead of taking a rikshaw as she felt like feeling the pain of her exhausted legs for some more time. There was something in the air today, something which was silent yet speaking in louder voices to her. No matter how tired and exhausted she was today she had to discover the inner most voice and to listen to that she had to give it some peace, some solace and some breeze. 

Hence she started walking down the unusual lane to her home after she got down from the train. The route she took was dark as always and on normal evenings the road is dingy and scary but today there was something pure in her heart that the same road looked mesmerizing. She walked slowly, slower than a turtle and felt soft cold breeze blowing on her face, moving her hair away from body and making her scarf fly with graze in air. She might have looked normal to a passers by but she felt grand like some old era actress whose silk scarf is flowing gloriously in the air when she is walking under a delusory black-blue sky. 

Her ears were stuffed with earpieces and somehow the playlist was playing the apt songs for the moment. While listening to "Bon Jovi's I'll be there for you" she felt as though life was pretty, things were smooth and uncertainty was beautiful but suddenly a sense of DejaVu clenched her feet and reduced the slower speed and it spoke loudly - "you were here at the same road with same breeze and same song sometime back but with deep pain in heart". It was real and she felt "no, this cant be DejaVu as it feels like yesterday" and turns out it was an actual thing which happened sometime back.

That night when she was walking back from work from this same road she felt rage for life. In a fit of pique she had left him at the station and had decided to walk back home instead of taking the rikshaw. She could not understand why again she let that happen to herself? But the moment she met that dark and unlit road to home the anger reduced to sorrow. She wanted him to come behind her and ask her apology for behaving the way he had behaved but the more father she walked, the less dominant that thought became. The road was dark which was lit by only few streetlights and big vibrant moon, the breeze was soft, people were in their houses keeping the road empty for her grand walk from misery to contentment.  This is exactly what had happened. The breeze, the song, the aroma and the whole scene made her realize how blessed she was and the pain she was receiving was created by her own and she could stop it if she wanted to.

Funny thing had happened at the same moment when she decided to call it quits with pain - he called and asked sorry in indirect and unsympathetic ways like "you know what I was thinking that may be I said too much.. oh well , lets talk later since I am kind of busy right now."

But today, it was something else, there was someone else and the feeling was of not pain but the opposite of pain. But she knew that this is also self created and she should not let this envelop her entire phenomenon of self. So she decided to call it quits with that euphoric feeling of falling for someone and decided to simply enjoy the music, the breeze, the night and the walk.