Burning Pina Colada

In the village, on the terrace you lie under the stars. It's summertime and a cool night breeze is blowing. There wasn't much to think about back then. All there was, was love. Sometimes when you are lucky you saw planes in the night sky, blinking and moving to their destinations. The mornings were not bad either. They were happy, and there was tea in steel cups. Come the morning and you would take a few rupees and run towards the nearby shop to buy toffees. Come afternoon and you became comfortable in a room which was magically cool without a cooler or air-conditioner and you would read stories. What an absolute heaven of a time. The village, first it deteriorated and then it became corrupt. It is either this or you grew up, though you suspect that it is a bit of both. Then there was a time when you got to a place that was supposed to rescue you from your woes. It didn't turn out to be that, in fact it was quite the opposite. It became a liability. The time was great then too, good rock music, good movies and games. You had a single focus back then and you were living in the present. Should you have lived so much in the present? Probably not. But then it didn't even cross your mind. The pain had started, and you see a character trying to make others realise the importance of life. And it is here you know that you always knew the value of life. The world was oyster back then. You don't know if the pain was inflicted or it was because you failed to resolve things. You have beat up yourself for the pain, for not being able to resolve things and ultimately getting the pain, but that's just a theory. It might be that the pain was inflicted, as you became aware of the truth, it seems more so. The time was not bad by any stretch and you spent it in the best possible way. It wasn't bad but it could never beat the time of the mattresses on the terrace.