Nina sat and looked out of the window. She wondered what it was like to not be a software professional. To follow her “passion”. She craved to quit her 9-6 job and enroll in radio jockeying classes. She looked out of the window. It was half past four on a Saturday evening. It was raining and the dewdrops adorned her window pane. She saw four neighborhood dogs loitering aimlessly. They did not have any idea what they were doing; at least to her, it seemed so.
She poured herself her beloved chai and continued to ponder about the possibilities. It seemed like yesterday that she wanted to be a gynecologist. She failed pathetically in the entrance exams because of teenage distractions. She had taken up engineering in the coveted stream of Computer Science. Eight semesters, four years had flown; so had a breakup and a gazillion crushes. A startup, an MNC and again an MNC. Seven months had passed and she did not have any experience on her resume. She had not found “her type” of a job. She wanted to do everything. Her mind wandered from taking up entrance exams for masters to becoming a chef. Courtesy to all the TV shows and movies she had watched.
The clock struck five in the evening. Nina strolled in the backyard wondering what was happening to her life. A twenty-something adult problem which had demented a lot of her peers. She was afraid to take the plunge. She was comfortable in her place. She did not want to check the depth of water with both her legs. This prevented her from using even a single foot. Open lawn, misty skies spoke to her. It was as if they meant to say something. “Why are you misty eyed?” questioned the clouds. “Are we not providing you enough water” croaked the rain. She smiled and remembered something. Everybody she had come across strived to be something better. They made a niche for themselves. Each person had a story. Judgments left them in depression. They pulled themselves together not to succeed in their story but to prove somebody’s judgment as false.
The world was trying to get better. Nobody seemed to be happy. Some were traveling and posting selfies on every networking site, some were buying the most expensive gadgets, some were posting their fittest ever pictures and yet some were entering wedlocks. Comfort zone somehow felt “not so cool”. Stepping out of it was the fad. Looking at the bigger picture constantly meant ignoring the smaller intricate details which needed to be preserved. Nina loved rain and petrichor yet she was oblivious to it. She closed her eyelids, erased the thoughts of tomorrow and took a deep breath. When she saw the world again it seemed like it was refreshed. Her job seemed perfect. The overrated passion(s) stayed where they belonged. Her family awaited her return.
As Nina entered her home, she felt warm. It was the warmth spread by love from her parents. In search of finding herself, she ended up finding where she belonged. She accepted the reality, let go off the high demands from her brain and saw her one-year-old niece wandering aimlessly smiling at everyone she saw. That explained life.