The Time Capsule

At the conjunction of agitation and salvation I found a time capsule.

The machine wasn’t like the one they show in sci-fi films and novels alike. It acted upon how the user developed his/her perceptions of surrounding.

Within that capsule,

There is complete nothingness, in that moment, you are left alone in the whole world with just the reflection of reality gleaming outside the windows of the capsule.

These transparent mediums of hope give you immense sense of imagination, and it is not what the capsule carries inside that qualifies it to be called as the time capsule but outside.

The clock on the wall ticks slower, faster or even backwards but only when your mind escapes and wanders outside the capsule.

You flow across the multiple dimensions of space and time and suddenly your monotonous exile crumbles into reels of past and future which feels just like a glimpse away from the present moment.

Longer than my usual capacity to wait for the opportune moment, I was agitated and was practising what I had learned long back. It felt plausibly close to salvation yet unsatisfying.

Stretching myself back in the alleys of the past where there was no one but me. It was chimerical to think 💭 of alternate options because at that moment you were stuck in a quagmire.

Every one of us would have faced this situation where you can’t help but wait for the moment to wither away or start weaving our dreams in the pastime.

So while figuring out what semblance does my present surrounding carry with my younger self,

I was perusing through the evidences of my first experience inside the time capsule.

Probably while going back to the college after a short winter break , fog and the associated ineffective Indian railways used to form a nexus where the passengers were tested for their elastic patience and their readiness to behave like a docile.

Passengers would pay for the ticket twice during winters ,first with their money and then with their time.

Call it a forced checkmate but I had to make peace with my journey because I couldn’t avoid it altogether , I had a duty , I had to go !

So this is how I became friends with myself whenever put into circumstances where I couldn’t do anything but wait.