The day passed in waves. The highs came with the fear of the next low. The lows brought in hope of the next high. In earlier days, he fought the wave trying to change its flow. Obviously, he lost but felt proud of trying as if trying was an achievement. He had now learnt to ride the wave. He found the fight futile. Go high with the flow. Come down with the flow. He had begun to realize how less he was in control.

This helplessness was gnawing on him. It wasn’t part of the plan when he started this journey. He had imagined the adrenaline rush but not a wavy life. He had learnt that new plans are created when old plans fail and this goes on till all plans are scrapped and new ones come alive. When he sat down to reflect that night, all he could recall were episodes of his denseness in making sense of his business. He was about to admit failure. But he found no one around to hear. He needed to tell, but there weren’t any ears. His own had gone deaf some years ago.

He wanted help but who’s going to ask? Can’t that person who can help come down and provide the help without realizing he helped? That would be ideal. He would patiently wait. In the meantime, the next plan of action was ready.

To be continued...

Until next time
~ SU