Acrophobia
You look at the reflection in the mirror and smile. What you see pleases you. This is exactly why they all are in awe. Because you have so many avatars. You steal a sly look at the khadi garb that you just removed. Lycra. The feel of the cloth against your skin. Just perfect. For today. You head out into the swarming crowds and up to the towering heights. For a moment the age old fear of the heights returns. But you are brave today. Just in the mood for some fun. And today you are willing to take chances. So you hold in your breath and take the plunge… the speed.
The rush.
Blood, adrenalin…
Even the air in your lungs comes in flashing spasms.
The satisfaction.
The feeling that you can make the world dance on your fingertips. The sense of achievement. The pride of squatting on top of your scariest demons. The knowledge that you can take on anything in this world and come on top. The silent awareness of being invincible again. Laughing in the face of those who underestimated you. Laughing in the face of those who still are not awed enough. Laughing for the sheer joy of it…
Laughing today. Not smiling…
Vini… Vidi… Vici…
- Neha
Tags: Julius Ceaser, Shakespear, Acrophobia
anirudh says:
ha ha ha !
March 8th, 2006 at 06:58 pm