Come Off The Groove

It is some place I have reached while trying to improve upon my lacunae. The way was quite tough to correctly explore, through creeks and flukes, doors which seem like walls and avoiding luring walls which seem like doors.

The rain drops which we usually see are some lucky ones. They are big enough to retain their forms even after evaporating through the surface a good deal while falling. It felt like one of those drops which do start from a high, but before reaching the ground mischievous transforming act of evaporation occurs. One really needs a broader insight in oneself, so that even after losing some of superficial moisture oe retains the wet core and preserve it.

We do converse to ourselves; consult to our own gray cells more than with anybody else. We do not talk to anybody more than ourselves. Still most of us manage to keep our own instincts and voices from within at bay. We particularly mend ourselves so not to follow them.

For instance, every time I pick a cigarette or stop in front of a shop for one, this voice comes to me and says incessantly, 'Hey you! Wasn’t it you, around the losing camp last time and here you are, once again?’ This kills me. But as we are used to override the introspection results and I am no different, I too go on.

It is not the talk of smoking, it never was. But as it pesters the youth very commonly, I tried to illustrate taking its help. Now see, I owe to stop, I know. But who will do it for me. Either it will be me or it will be me and most certainly no one else. What stops me from stopping? Addiction! No it does not. It so happens that if you make some groove and slip in something compatible, it glides in it well and change of path is not likeable. These small small detrimental attractions fit it into our liking (the groove) very easily and take some effort to move out.

It is a walkway which starts very narrow and slimy on either side, altogether difficult to start, slipping is easy and lucrative. But the only way to avail the comforts of wide aisle is to keep on walking, and as abstinence grows the paths widen.

I’m trying, come along..