Cinema

As you traipse into the movie theatre, a dull feeling fills your chest as the long list of tasks to do is repeated in your head in an endless loop. This outing is a break from that, and even while you lower yourself into the cushiony seat, you are unable to completely relax yourself and enjoy your surroundings.

But as the lights dim, and the warm glow of the cinema brightens, you are slowly sucked into the world in front of you. Your worries slowly fade away till all the attention is solely fixed on the screen in front of you.

An electrifying feeling fills monologue resonates with you so deeply that you feel engulfed in waves of familiarity and settle in the woven cocoon around you. Everything is still around you; the surrounding heads blend together into a mass of indistinguishable shapes; you realise that amongst all your hopes, fears and worries, you are just matter, and that life is a myriad of things you will never begin to understand. Before you surrender to the wisdom, the feeling swishes out and a whirl of melancholy swooshes in instead; you find yourself tightening the invisible bonds that hold you together to the people you love because the understanding of the insignificance of your life makes you yearn the prolonging of it, and awakens the spark to spend it with them. And that feeling, pure and true, caresses you for a few moments until the false assurance enters your mind, and you are jolted back into reality. The tasks begin their familiar hum and the trance And then you walk out of the theatres, the lights artificial and blinding, blinking those feelings you felt into an unopened hatchet deep into your heart, instead filling your brain with the buzz of your mundane daily doings, despite knowing that the words you felt were the ones of utmost importance.

But life begins again, with its dull pace, and those strings of words bury themselves deeper and deeper - only emerging during select moments. They are grouped as odd, and strange, a misalignment towards your future endeavours, devilish in nature. So you listen to the sensible voice in your head. You keep your feet firmly planted on the ground, steadily walking towards the standard path that greets you with a welcoming smile. The voices you try to ignore serenade you from the side, and thick purplish smoke wafts through the air. It is easy to succumb to it, to ignore that little voice screaming in your head and greet a life that is not easy, but acceptable. So you do. You keep walking till the next time you’re in a movie theatre. Or a museum. Or a garden. Wherever it may be. And till those strange feelings arise again you lean into your false safety, never knowing that the safety all along were the words that you let go of.