In dodo's head

Mortal beings that we are, Soon we will turn into ash and dust, And all that will remain of us will be memories. We featured in so many of people's lives. Some in a good way, and in some, bad. Sometimes unintentionally, and sometimes a misunderstanding. We nimbly scoot past souls, Hoping to not topple over the fragile, And yet some rush past, Leaving our hearts in debris. Ah human existence, The epitome of irony.

tran·scend tran(t)ˈsend/ verb past tense:  transcended ; past participle:  transcended be or go beyond the range or limits of (something abstract, typically a conceptual field or division). As time tick tocks, and the dusk of my time to pick and choose a career slowly appears on the horizon, 'well wishers (who knows if they are really well wishers..) come, ringing bells of alarm; 'make her give the UPSC, make her give the MPSC' they say, in concerned voices.. And then my mother, BemWeary, replies with a sigh, and then attaches a verb to me, that seems to explain it all- Oh I don't know, she is really transcended.. After having heard it for half a decade or so, it is one of those verbs I would use to describe myself if anybody asked me to do so..  It's hard to really understand how I got to this state of transcendence.. Was it after years and years of living in denial; does it stem from my immune system trying to quell the simmering pan...

The pitter patter of raindrops falling onto the ground, A lullaby for the sleepy. Outside, paddy fields have transformed, Into endless lakes of blue. Storms rage on every night, Flashes of light and thunder, Sending my heart into a flutter. April April, won't you end fast, And put an end to my misery.

The Start of Something new, Always an endless trail of new discoveries, A 'Really!' and a 'You too?'. Years on, the novelty fades. And what binds us will be familiarity, A comradeship born out of our shared experiences. And even that will tire us, And we will long to be back to the Start. Back to the Start of Something new.