Color My life With Chaos Of Trouble

She mindlessly stared at the teacher rambling about a concept. Her thoughts were scattered, endlessly jumping from worry to worry. The uneasiness in the air was soaring. Her restlessness and agitation were inconspicuous to the people around her. The ground seemed shaky and unstable. The walls mocked her in silence and the world left out a boisterous laughter that echoed from corner to corner, shrouding her dreams. She was never stoic, and all this was too much for her to take and she soon lost her inhibition. A tear trickled down her cheek making her vision blurry.  Without a second thought, she grabbed her bag and hastily walked out of the classroom caring less about the stupefied expressions of the multitude behind.

Millions of thoughts battled ceaselessly for her attention but she kept walking. The corridor seemed to close upon her and she felt suffocated and claustrophobic. She strode further faster to get out of a place that was encumbering her from her dreams. She tried to integrate her thoughts but her mind quickly took her to her mirthful imaginary world.

I want to be a wanderlust. I want to Ski on the Alps, watch sunset on a Hawaiian beach, get lost in the Streets of Venice, kiss under Parisian Night, and bathe in the natural hot springs of Japan. I want to climb The Great Wall Of China, go for an early morning jog at Central Park, watch the leaves change its color in canopied Swedish Roads and shower under waterfalls of Thailand. I want to explore the Australian waters, watch sets of Game of Thrones in Ireland, eat a sumptuous English breakfast, hear stories of World War from the walls of Auschwitz, eat street food in Malaysia and star gaze from Mojave Desert in California.

She was completely oblivious. She had been walking for more than fifteen minutes now, passing many traffic lights. Tears had dried on her velvety cheeks. She continued her mindless stride, her eyes now swollen and mouth parched.

I can’t take this mediocrity anymore. The monotonous, mind numbing routine isn’t what I want. I can’t handle the mindset of the people around. Faking and lying and self-centeredness. The rat race to achieve ‘something’ and the ceaseless battle with torrents of problems. All this doesn’t make any sense to me.
I want leave all this behind and start afresh. I want to chase the universe for desires. I want to find myself in passages I don’t recognize, dance artlessly to resounding music, feel serendipity. I want to hear the wind whisper to the trees, watch the waves collapse on to the rocky shores, feel the raindrops skitter over my spine, fall in love with an utter stranger. I want to be enveloped in the fog, feel the unprecedented joy that comes from playing with kids, listen to the insightful stories of an old man, build a deep connection with strangers who don’t speak my language.
I just don’t want to be where I am. I want to elope.

Even though she was a smart girl and could easily perceive the layers of complexity of her dreams, she half-wittedly but whole-heartedly pursued it. Her insatiable lust for freedom had made her somewhat imprudent. She was uncharacteristically brave, and wanted to be blissfully unaware of the perils.
Her mindless stroll had brought her to a playground. She snapped from her dreamland and watched kids roll around in the sand pit. She walked towards them, threw her bag, forced a smile and started playing with them.
The melancholic trance slowly faded, the forced smile turned into a belly full laughter, and misery transformed into a burst of joy.

I know my dreams will come true. Not right away, but eventually.