Transitions

Listening to good music leaves you lost in the melody, while you circle around the beat. Before you realise it, the story has moved on from the initial awkward meeting and hesitant conversations to arguments and finally the wild (end of story) party. This transition from soft music to thumping loud music is so flawless that you won't even realise that it took place (unless you're concentrating.)

Transitions can be slow or happen in milliseconds. They can be happy or heartbreaking. Life and death. Two "things" that no one has understood yet. In fact, it's ambiguity and sketchiness makes it all the more endearing. We come up with more and more concepts, more and more theories but no one knows what will happen in the end. It feels terrible when you find out someone died, especially when it's someone young. Cancer, for one, has stolen millions of souls indifferent to the age. But I think, out here, it's more of the mental transition. The acceptance of the fact that one is going to die is necessary (though hair raising), but giving up fighting isn't admissible. The minute one changes how one thinks, the second one loses courage or hope and opens Pandora's box, is the day that person has decided his own death. On the other hand, some people are tungsten strong. They smile and live life normally as far as they can, and continue doing so till their last breath. I admire them. To be your own rock is probably the most difficult thing to do.

On the other hand some transitions are beautiful. Like the ugly duckling, you may ask. Well, I'm talking about the caterpillar. You'll see it munching parts of the leaves, crushing them with what it calls it's teeth, growing into a mini version of a gargantuan pig. And then it contrives with immense skill an intricately woven twist around itself. Wait for a few days, and before you, there is a biological miracle, weighing half the weight it originally did and looking way more gorgeous - The Butterfly.

You get these mugs and cars that change colour, you've got chameleons which do that by simply sitting on an object. Once again, this colour change is so fascinating to examine that you can watch it multiple times and still be enthralled.

All these transitions or transformations require their own amount of time. If given lesser time, the process will fail. I guess we must give everything the time it needs; including ourselves. Some of us (like me) keep complaining about how we don't get time for all those things we want to do. And all those things hardly ever include just relaxing or doing absolutely nothing. Maybe doing nothing and looking at the traffic go by, to watch three buses try to squeeze into one lane, isn't a bad idea once in a while.

Kanksha :)

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