Walking in the whiteness with silence around me, I kept searching. The moment stayed for a few minutes as I moved forward.
Caught in the fog I felt happy and I knew I wasn’t alone. The wet freshness flying everywhere made me alive.
With every step, I came close to nothing. The road was dark grey and blackish; it was also wet. The grass that was visible was blooming and beaming, full of life.
I turned back once, just to check. There was only nothing.
Rejoicing and smiling I walked steadily. I was dizzy. I don’t remember the reason for my happiness now. Probably there was magic in the air.
In this joy, confusingly, I was looking for something. Maybe that’s why I didn’t stay there for long and I kept walking ahead.
In a minute or so, I was able to see the surroundings; trees, cars, buildings, lamp posts, shops, people, and me.
The moment of joy passed so quickly that I felt I didn’t enjoy it properly.
No one teaches us how to relish things, to realise the moment. I thought I could have done better.
But no, I told myself, such things cannot be taught, feelings cannot be caught.