Not More Than Enough, Everything

By Aneri Desai

I woke up, not to the sound of nature, but to the sound of my alarm an hour later after it went off:) I saw the faint light of the fridge and there was milk, butter, chocolates and I could make anything in the world for breakfast. I had the liberty to walk in the drizzles, take out the car and drive anywhere I wanted to view the breeze wrapped in the sun rays of it's own rise or fall. I could sing and smile en route to my work every now and then, cry in solitude to the starlit skies at midnight at times. I was able to dance a little while doing the dishes and sweat very poorly while washing the car. I could genuinely laugh to my stomach's content whilst bearing some of the heaviest things within. Was it enough? Was it more than enough? No, it was not, it was everything! This feeling of it's not more than enough, it's everything. When does it happen? Will I live differently when I realise it? Will it make me think of others before self? Will I then not bother if my heart is 3/4 full or 1/4 empty?

By Aneri Desai