Hey Jude, Don't Make It Bad, Take A Sad Song And Make It Better!

The water gushed out strongly from the kitchen sink, amid a thick blanket of melancholy, apprehensions, and pessimism. The bucket seemed to overflow at a steady speed, that gradually gained a uniform pace, a pace that was non stop. The laptop chose to remain inverted, somewhere dangling between the edge of the bed and the floor…

The sky above exuded a bluish tinge that seemed to be in perfect rendition against the white backdrop of the clouds. Or would resonance be the apt word here? This was such an unusual spectacle! No honkings, not the usual din, seemed that the universe was celebrating every nanosecond of the unexpected stillness it’s witnessing after an endless wait. Or was it planned?

This eerie serenity, that we humans gauge to be as hideous, is perhaps a reason to celebrate in Kailash, or all the celestial bodies for that matter. The birds have become a little more proactive and have beckoned their friends to join them in the union too. Their melody seems to portray their ecstatic well being. Their tribe seems to wrapped in all available shades. Dominant among them were light blue, greyish black and greenish-yellow with a mild touch of scarlet…

They seemed to be in an interactive mood, and quite interestingly their pitch amplified, with every new member. Probably this was due to the dominant sunshine above, or maybe because the clan was overjoyed to expose themselves before the undisturbed, unadulterated rays of the sun, that they were mulling over a sunbath.

How uncanny this new cacophony was! Lots of sounds yet didn’t feel like noise. Are birds also aware of the decibel concept? Who taught them the Laws of Physics, and how did those tiny creatures decipher? However, they seem to be unnerved by the external happenings and immerse themselves deeply in their tete-a-tetes' instead.

Amid such renditions, I cannot help but ponder. Ponder about how ruthless we have been all this while. Unexpectedly, a thick blanket of remorse encompasses all over, with the intention of choking perhaps…

Meanwhile, a feeble sound drops by, probably from the half inverted laptop, with Youtube unmuted. From the corner I turn around to discover some familiar tunes. Clad in a maroon suit Paul McCartney seemed to sing, “Hey Jude, don’t make it bad, take a sad song and make it better; Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better...”

Image Courtesy: Paul McCartney