the small white butterfly

on the way back from a friends house i realized that my head was in quit a mess after having vodka till late night and from barely 1 hour sleep. the weather only added to it.it was 9.30 in the morning and already the sun was making the horizons blur and the pitch muddy.a thought came to me. an improvised version is like this,

we read about 3d,2d and 1d concepts. a general explanation can be that where we are right now (..the room,road or anywhere) is the 3d concept. because we are in it so it must have 3 layers to accommodate us. what we are seeing(..the landscape or anything which is a bit far) is the 2d concept. it is easy if we think that the 3d concept is just changing into 2d like a painting in the canvas. lastly the 1d concept is the image/thought or what we retain from the 3d and 2d concepts. whatever you call it,becomes its single dimension. in reference to this it can be concluded that the 3d concept is the present, 2d concept is the future and 1d concept is the past.i think the balance breaks when one changes to another and its catastrophic when we are unable to modify to the change.

after reaching home, i decided not to go to college but to sit in the old rocking chair in the veranda and try to slow down time.it was around 11 a.m. and already people were scarce in the road in front of our house. the trees of our garden were shining from the heat. everything was slow. only movement i found was the to and fro of the rocking chair. it seemed like the rocking chair was taking care of the flow of time. i was half sleepy on the rocking chair.i felt slowly lost under my skin.my own self started to slowly float away from the outer boundary.everything came through haziness. only the to and fro seemed to be real,like the ticking of time. then came the breeze and with it a little white butterfly. the butterfly showed no intention to fly away,but kept on making circles in front of me.the movement of its wings disturbed me as it was out of sync with the to and fro movement.it was fast. the two movements at the same time countered each other.through that conflict reality slowly started to take time away from the grasp of the to and fro movement.


[picture taken at night]