Deja - Vu of the start..

Strange thing happened today with her, deja vu. Nothing strange in it, you may say. Still it seems strange that to everyone, every single time it happens. Same was with her today, sitting in the lab, out of instinct, chatting in vain, it all converged to the very point of start, in the impressions in mind. And only she realized what had happened. As if a coming back to the very place of start after a long battle of nothingness, of here and there, leading nowhere... So in the childhood she was driven to great hopes by the thought "people are not positive enough", that's the only trouble with India. When she will be grown up, she would have changed it forever with the brilliant magazines and newspapers vibrating with positivity and spreading the hope and joy all over, she will start. She was pretty sure this was the meaning and purpose of her existence, to spread the missing positive thought.  Every morning she used to go through page after page of newspapers and magazines in the hope she will stumble upon something to stimulate great wow element of human life. But Alas the problem lay in the thought of Indians, for they never covered good stories of ray of hope, of joy, of abundance and brilliance. They just painted a gloomy, scary, dull image of one incidence happened five days back in the farthest corner of India. She would change that by the time she is grown up, by the time she is thirty.....

 She would start the magazine that will portray the best all around. It would be all too good as it sounds. Its just the thought and presentation that needed to be changed and the society will see how very beautiful their life was and will emulate..

She was twenty six, she was lost, where did she started from, she had forgotten. Why did she exist, she couldn't answer. Did anybody cared, why does it even matter, she thought. She read no newspapers, all stories sounded the same. Though she was not distressed by what they project. She was lost , somewhere, going everywhere and no where. Society she did not think of now, for its too big, who can change that. and she had to find her place before its too late. Sadly she was in no hurry, for she was not sure where she was and why and what made her start.

It was today that she suddenly recognised what had been her start point. Deja vu in a strange manner. But nothing is strange.  Its never a straight way, its a loop, a sequence which goes on and merges somewhere. The path is never the same, never different, not entirely round, but a mixture. It doesn't leads to goal, or realization or discoveries. It leads to nowhere, yet eveywhere, with few deja Vu's from time to time as if the path got merged to the trajectory of past. Deja Vu very normal, not at all strange. So it had been for her, today. What she recognized as her point of start. Deja Vu again..