Fancy days: Over? … Or they never existed?

The local weather condition has always been symbolic to my disposition. Today’s grumpy weather is persistently making my solitariness more intense, more unwanted. There is a vast shadow under the sky, drizzles now and often, thick sweat blanket under my collar… but the need to get up from the bed and switch the fan on seems a tedious, never ending task… and so renounced.

It was not necessarily be this way. It could have been luminous, it could have been hunky-dory another sunny day. It could have been a day that I am anticipating for days now. An ideal day for hang out with friends, exploring new ways of spending (read: wasting) money, basking under the glory of some giant screen movie hall, returning with the plan of going out on some shortly coming date, again, in mind, unperturbed by the hurly-burly snoring traffic.

A couple of years back all these were never planned. It came as an inherent urge just as the flow of the vital fluid in our veins. Never chalked out, never much thought for, never kept awaited… but once considered we all dove into action, at once, all together. We let its gush take its natural course with us seated comfortably at the rear seats. Days used to begin with no hint of its itinerary, but when they ended, we used to wonder the way it had conjured up all the surprises for us. Others envied us.

Now it seems magical… it gives me goose bumps summoning upon those days. Today I plan, I map, I go to sleep with the dream to catch up upon tomorrow’s magic again, with all the arrangements fully-proofed. But the next day before the magic commences, I get calls and texts that says “ not possible today…” and so is the magic show deterred to some days in the ‘future’. Our natural spree still works the same way… we claim. Then what is it that keeps us from…