A Good Day

It was a good day.

No shining sun,

No birds chirping,

No soft breeze,

No.

But it was a good day.

No job offers,

No promotions,

No academic brilliance,

No medals or trophies,

No.

But it was a good day.

Nothing good in the traditional sense,

Nothing stereotypically great,

But there was joy,

And it was a good day.

There wasn’t peace,

Instead, there was chaos,

Every sip burned down my throat,

And once the cup was gone,

The chaos in my head intensified.

But the chaos brought clarity,

So intense,

So uninhibited,

And it was a good day.

There weren’t quiet smiles,

Instead, there was roaring laughter,

So hard, my stomach protested,

Wedged into a ratty couch,

In a corner invisible to everyone else,

Knowing it wouldn’t last,

But in that moment,

Feeling mind-reeling joy,

And it was a good day.

There was no tranquility,

Instead, there was an adrenaline rush,

Tiptoes and whispers at 2 a.m.,

Muffled giggles, squished in the cab,

Towards food and games,

When they thought I was asleep,

And it was a good day.

It came again,

The adrenaline,

Sitting worriedly in the auto,

Checking time again and again,

Hoping the road would clear,

Praying to every god for no more calls,

And in the end,

It wasn’t as scary,

But it was a good day.

It wasn’t traditional,

It wasn’t 'normal',

It was few and far between,

But it was something cherished,

Hoped,

Floating by with a promise to return,

And it was a good day.