Marooned Fly

Late Edit -

Just as I was walking through the drizzle of the retreating monsoons in the evening, a simple thought struck me.

Change is like the most gentle drizzle you've ever seen. You almost do not realize its presence but it is always there. And then when you shut your mind off it and time passes, you realize you are drenched.

The same is the case with life. Like they say, change is the one thing that is constant. Quite often, we realize its presence a little too late.