off much deprived limelight

There is not a valid reason for this feeling. A feeling so strong it affects my thoughts, throwing me into this violent hurricane that even I am afraid to stop.

Will I have it?
Will I be as good?
Will mine be a great one?
Or will all of these remain but a dream?

Sitting there watching cars go by with legs dangling in the air was perfect. It couldn't have been better. Wodehouse was kind enough to lend me two of his best. As Wooster and Jeeves figured the problem in the form of Clementina, I was in a world where even the ugliest of deeds are treated like the funnies. Where problems are but small puzzles with eventual happy endings. And nothing less.

But I had to leave the two and return to the nitty gritties.

The old uncle's tight grip on the umbrella made me wonder if he too had wanted to hold on to much more than his grip would allow. He took small steps. Strong ones, mind you. But it seemed as if the world was whizzing past at the speed of tens of thousands to the power of light. It looked as if he had a pace of his own. One where only he knows the secret formula to calculate. Oh, if only.

"Maluri! Maluri! Ikut dia, cepat!"

He quickened his steps as fast as he could manage. Seeing others run past frustrated him immensely. He tried reaching further ahead with the trusted umbrella but that could only do so much. I silently cheered him on. My cheers did not produce a miracle. I knew it wouldn't and the fact that I knew this made me want to kick myself. I walked in his steps thinking this would lend him support. Ridiculous, I know.

Her loud gasp acted like a huge rusted hook, reeling me in from looking at a few brief minutes in this old uncle's life. And just like that I was back where I began.

This hurricane is still raging strong. There is no sign of letting up.

Can I please stay in this underground shelter forever and forget that danger lurks?
I hate knowing the answers and not knowing if my version is correct. But no one knows any better. So, I do what everyone does best, put one feet ahead of the other and move on.

minx wrote at8:25 PM
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