For the lack of a better word, as I still don’t know what
I’m in...Lets call it this.
It is warm in here, I feel good in it, I feel like being in
this soup will only do me good. Right then, I think, what the heck? Im in a
bloody soup, Its not normally where people want to be.
So i decide to confront it pleading my case.
Soup- do u like being
here?
Me- Yes
S- Do u want to be
here forever?
Me –I don’t know. its
good here and all, but a lifetime needs a lot of thinking.
S- I don’t have that
time. I’m gonna go cold
Me- please don’t
S- I can’t help. I can’t
be warm forever you know
Me- I understand
completely (and trust me I do)
S- Then decide
Me- I still can’t. I
know this is good, but somewhere I’m thinking whether this is the right soup?
Did I really want to get in this? Or is it that there was no other and hence
this? The very basis of me getting here is in question. What will happen to you
if I stay? What will happen to me if I don’t?
S- I can’t answer those
questions. It’s you who has to decide.
Me- True again. But
what will help me decide?
So, I call up my friend. He says (and I can’t blame him for
that because he was not here when I did it) “dude...When you are in the right
soup…you just know”
(A comforting pizza and a sleepless night later…)
S- So?
Me- The easiest way
out seems to be me getting out of here. But I don’t want to do that either. I
cant deny the fact that this soup is the tastiest yet. Its like I want to be
here…but I cant. And if I think of getting out of here…I still can’t.
S- I don’t blame you.
Stay here for a little while longer.
Me (to myself)- Fuck me.
PS- may not be very well thought out or aptly named....hence the tag
