Fear be-gone!

"Mom I am going for my class." I announce as I walk past the kitchen.

"Alright!" she replies and continues, "arrival the same time or you will be taking a detour?" 

"Nah! I will be back the same time. Arpita has a ride home today." I counter as I pause my steps.

I hit the elevator button and wait patiently for the ding sound.

Door open, I walk in, and press the G button, the elevator doors are closing and I get busy with my phone. Just then a swift noise is heard with a blow of the gentle wind. I look up from my screen to see someone accompany me in that 4*4 area. Seeing this body, my instant reaction is a loud shriek. I want to open the door so that he could go away, but it is too late. The door is shut, and the elevator is moving down. (Darn! these man-made machines are swifter than us)

I looked in his eyes, and thought how bad could it be. it's just a matter of few seconds, and even though I get the creeps of his sight, I get busy with my phone although partially looking at him from the sides of my eyes.

Just then a loud bang is heard and that makes me fall in one corner of the area. The lights of the elevator go off, and I realize my elevator is stationary. This body also loses his balance, but somehow can retrieve it and is staring at the door while giving out a silent yelp. 

Yeah! You got it right fella. I want to shout loud as well. 

Get a hold of my cell phone and dial my mom, she picks up but since the signal is weak, the message cannot be transcribed by her.

 I feel helpless. 

Text her with the hope that since it requires less bandwidth I will be able to get it across. 

After a few minutes, I hear a clink and see a text back from her, asking me to hold still as she is contacting the lift man and resolving this problem. I breathe in a big sigh of relief, and use the Torch app (thank heavens for the invention of these apps) and place the phone in my lap. More so to observe this creature next to me, who is ogling me. This action is making me so uncomfortable as I twist my mouth to show him my discontent towards him. This fellow is persistent, I give out a soft murmur as if to scram him, he goes away, but after a few seconds comes back to me again. This process is being repeated now and then. I understand he is attracted to the light coming from the phone, I quickly place it away from me, and towards him. This fella, stares at it and then sits beside it. 

I am checking out all his moves from a distance, and realize how fragile he can be and yet can defend himself when angry. I go back memory lane when an incident made me fear of him, and alas that fear is still hidden somewhere in me that refuses to leave. I take the liberty to dig into that apprehension, and feed some fodder to my creeps by reasoning out within me. 

Just then our eyes meet.

I am mystified. That gentle gaze has so much to say. As I pierce into his benign eyes, I see mixed emotions. I pity this creature as it sits at an arm's distance with my phone serving as our barrier. 

I lift my hand with great effort and push it towards him as I stroke his smooth head. I am self-conscious in the beginning, but after seeing a strange bliss in his eyes, I could not resist and continued with my act. The 4*4 space of the elevator is not feeling constrained anymore since there is affection, and a strange closeness between the two bodies. I did not find him intrigued anymore. He was one of a kind, and as I bid adios to my bitter memory over this creature; I feel and hear simultaneously a loud bang as the elevator springs to life. In a few seconds, we reach the ground floor, and when the door clinks open. I see my mom, and my neighbor who are happy to see us. 

We both get up at the same time, and as I embrace my mom. This creature gives out a loud woof and goes and licks his master. 

Although I was late for my class. I felt blessed to be kept in the same room with the canine mammal since my fear towards it, was making my life miserable. A dog on the street, I would prefer to de-route my path. Friend has this pet, I would avoid going to her place. The name "Dog" would give me the creeps thus increasing fear for him in the first place.

This fear was making me inadequate and by taking some (unplanned) quality time with my fear, I could liberate myself from it and embrace the new change within, and it was emancipating!

Mantra for today: Life is too short to be living in fear. Understand your apprehensions, and reason within.

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This post is written for Project365 with a theme, "You’re stuck in an elevator with an intriguing stranger. 

Write this scene."

Bow thee Foopers!

Foopers refers to us, the people who are termed as the common man!

Why Foo-pers?
Foo is a universal substitute for something real yet common
per--each of us

Each of us is a real cause we have a body, which if pinched will react. Our emotions can drive us over the hill or can drown us in our own tears. Even though we have a tough life on this planet, we enjoy each phase of our life.

We are  the producers, directors and actors of our own life, and many of us are still unaware of it, and look around for guidance.

Most of us are wearing fetters around our feet since the rules and guidelines created by our own mankind is making us limit our productivity as we try to abide by them. While there are some who go beyond their imagination and are either termed as hilarious or highly creative individuals.

 We all are passersby who like to stop now and then from our busy schedules, watch around us, shun the ugly and absorb the pretty stuff. This translucent sheet works wonders on our frame as we choose to osmose what we fancy and continue to watch the drama along the border line.
Thus, allowing many to continue making headlines that are usually weird and obnoxious.

Although, needless to say, we the foopers suffer a lot throughout this lifetime, since we are the first ones to get hit when any catastrophe strikes whether it is the economy or mother nature. While the non-foopers sit in their thick walled mansions that do not let a speck of dust (of any kind) impact them.

And what is sweet about the whole story is that we blame it on our kismet and move along. Our testaments advise us to be resilient and not sin since the karma chameleon could come and bite us.

 It takes much work and motivation to walk a single step if you are wearing those ordinary shoes, as we werdle across the platform of life to see what our future has in store.

Although the testaments advise us to be be resilient and and it takes courage and many lives to be a fooper. So, be proud of the fact, and move along!

Mantra for today: Jai ho to the Fooper!

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This post is written for Project365 with a theme, "give a word an evolutionary push: 

give a common word a new meaning, explain it to us, and use it in the title of your post."