When Existential Crisis Kicks in... (2)

 

The mall was a fifteen-minute walk away from our place. We started... I felt so pessimistic about who I am - Someone who just goes to school everyday; preaches a bunch of incorrigible kids; receives salary at the end of every month not showing any visible progress over the years. 

The questions popped up in a continuous loop. 

"Does this work really have a purpose?"

"Am I just leading a cliched life?"

"Is it a pointless rat race?"

 It seemed to weigh me down. But of course, the moment I stepped down on to the street, my thoughts started to drift away. The hustles and bustles of the evening, the kaleidoscopic park filled with cute little kids running helter skelter; the Pizza Hut men carrying hefty packages, presumably for someone's weekend party;  men and women of chiselled physique running with their sipper bottles. The world seemed so vibrant and promising. 

After some minutes of a leisurely stroll, we entered the mall. It was another eye-catching spot -- an amalgamation of  people from all walks of life. It was already half past seven; obviously a  peek hour. People were scuttling among the various aisles with their trolleys filled to the brim. 

I always feel excited to walk among those random strangers, to listen to (or to eavesdrop) what they converse (of course, most of the time I fail even to make out in which language they actually speak). So with that cheerfulness, we headed to the entrance. 

There, we were greeted by a man in neatly pressed formals. He seemed young and energetic filled with charisma. 

"Hello, sir!", he approached us.

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(to be continued...)