SWIPE RIGHT AND REPEAT AGAIN

Swiping right about hundreds of profiles and having matches of atleast one-fourth gave me an ego boost. A show off that i have more probability to get a match than to get succeed in my life. After spending an hour swiping the profile to the right much similar to the money on the girls in the bar out there.Sending girls out there with a message of hey and getting a reply after light years.One day, i stumbled up on a profile of a girl who was from my college and shamelessly I swiped right and my success rate made me reach to the epitome of egotism. Her bio “Hate people, love memes”. Sending her message of how i never thought you would swipe me right and she laughed. 

The curiosity in me as an engineer never died and asked about her bio and messaged her “Hey your profile says you  hate people so what you’re looking for, animals?” From that day i had to give my curiosity a little space and to whisper my brain to not give a fuck about their bio. 

What a day!

         

      

A sunny day when you look at the sky but have to put on the pullover because the sun doesn’t bother you with heat. That day after coming from my zumba classes full of sweat and contentment in my heart as this had kept me close to my interest- a bit of dancing while a benefit to my health looking over my parents only interest. Sitting on the couch, sipping my electrolytes and changing over the music channels i hear dad talking to someone on phone, “ Okay i will be there”,dad envisaged and dismissed the call. 

“Hey i got to go over some stupid meeting and i’ll be back by afternoon so take charge of the shop for today”, he abhorred. A vehement yes from  me and the joy deep inside me which had to be suppressed because a sign of adolescence would have changed his mind. My dad gives me the key, the key of his shop. The feeling of responsibility or an adrenaline rush felt by most of the Marwadi- Gujarati kid who just step out of his teenage life for business felt by me eventually at the end of the day I didn’t need a pullover as the zeal inside me was enough to keep me warm.

A Rope of hope.

Drowning in the sea of depression, shouting for help, trying with all my might to stay afloat.

When I looked around, I was not alone there. Some of them had a buoyancy which made them see sunshine but sea also witnessed the floating bodies which would never swim again. The scenario made me feel numb, being a part of it I had to get out of it.

The unusual happened, the rope encircled with the hope knotted me to save me which eventually lead a blemish of contentment on my face! 

The rope led me to the ship, after gripping the railing of the ship, resting on the dock, contemplating the horizon and sailing on the churning sea, the only desire that dashed my mind was to get many more ships anchored with the rope of hope.