Rant 248 : A situation, whose time has come

For some days, different than all the others, I really want to rush back to that “everything”. Which was a small world of happy utopian situations. Everything looked picture perfect, not an inch placed wrong. Not that I miss it terribly, but I lament the fact that there is no going back.
Out of all the mishaps, the one that I feel the most sick about is the fact that I cannot even fool myself to believe that things will be “that” good again. Somewhere in me, things are always going to remain the way they were dreamt to be. Not an inch more, not an inch less.
“Did you carry that mask?”
“The one I carry when I walk?”
“Yes”
“Ah, nevermind, I am not going to need that today. It’s mostly a bus journey. I use it when I need to walk on the road for long. To keep away the dust.”
“Ok, but just for a chance, keep it no. You look funny with this mask, so keep it”, and she laughed.
“Why don’t you go and get your brain checked someday, I reckon there is a severe leak in your crania.”
I was pushed, like always and I rushed outside the office, looking back, taking that warm bye bye.
A minute later I received a text, “Show me how you look with that stupid mask!”
I did not send her the image.
….
But I wish to today. I wish to send a pic with my stupid mask – something which was a safety gear for me for a specific purpose, is today, a global need – infact, an enforcement. Times change, so do utopian dreams.
It can be a person, a moment or anything else, what comes has to go and what never existed, will come one day.
It’s said, “No one can stop an idea, whose time has come”, I believe this same phrase can be re-aligned as
“No one can stop a situation, whose time has come“

Always Ranting,
Rantzaada.