Lost and found

Raadhe is now under the influence of a slow poison. He knows about it. Only in specific moments can it be realized how lost he is and how far has he drifted from his normal senses; yes, when he stares blankly at a wall, or a ceiling fan, or sea waves, or star-laden blue sky for more than enough seconds.

Sometimes, at moments of forgetfulness, the instant long laughs and warm touches of close ones make him realize that he too can be happy and content. But those feelings depart in no time. It's magical. Uh, he is looking for a permanent fix.

"We have come here to enjoy but look at him! Again, zoned out!"... "Where are you at Raadhe?"... "Not again! Enough of your dreamings...!".

It is understood to him that he could not control everything under the sun. He had considered himself immune and too strong. It happened very fast. It was as if it had to happen. After all, he is just a human. The feeling of the loss is a little great than his bearing capacity to carry forward. He could have managed it, but he floated along. So he is a bit vulnerable, puzzled, illusioned and experiences a certain void, that's it.

"Who doesn't want to be happy and enjoying a life, huh?".. "Don't wait for me!", he yelled to his friends with no expression on the face.

He is waiting for the right moment. It won't come by itself. He has to socialize, forget and make new of it. But the wound has to be healed. He has to see if he can pass it on? He also has a problem with pressing a restart. It's not that it's not easy, he has kind of found a sweet den beneath this tingy storm. The pain soothes him. Also, he has found himself in this little feeling of being lost.

"It's a good day. The weather is calm. The sun is casting a long red halo over the horizon..."