And then there's the usual drill. Off to the mill. Every morning, same run of the mill thing to be done. Remu had to run to the mill every morning, where he worked.
The run wasn't a short one. Neither was the mill too far away. Just enough time for random, not-so-plebeian thoughts to occupy his poor "lil" mind. Today's main topic of discussion (with the other eminences inside his brain) was that of identity. Who am I, Where do I belong, How should I be...U know, that sorta thing? The usual things to be thought of during a mundane activity, where some out-of-body experience seems to be guiding u, making travel involuntary almost. But on a day when the blue pinks (or the pinky blues or the bluesy pinks) were afflicting him, the traffic on his brain's channel would take a rather sinister twist!
There're the cool Penguins at work, he thought. Some even eat on their own! While it wasn't a big deal for Remu, while he HAD eaten on his own earlier, there was some allure and charm in them. The thoughts, the actions, the choices...While it was clear he was not a penguin (really? :) ) it was also confusingly annoyingly "clear" that he could mingle and maybe masquerade as one!
Then there were the badass Kiwis. Bloody shit, flight went right to their heads. Always showing off with something or the other, Bah!! But it was undeniable that they were flashy! No interactions with them when they were flying, no sir no; just watch the proceedings in silence and absorb it all...At the same time, when they did land to rest their lofty wings, up close, they weren't a pretty sight...the interiors were ugly, ugly sometimes, but mostly fake! Didn't match up, add up with all the jazz and the panache on the outside...
And finally, the brothers in ankles...His own childhood cronies...Time spent proportional with comfort level, this is where he felt he most belonged. He knew how they thought, they knew how he fought and this was the definition and standard of fun in his life..Alas, change is ever constant but. Some emus had gotten into flying and jumping recently! It's not like he hadn't seen this coming, but handling change and thinking about the change are just two different things.
Any change for that matter. In fact he'd started thinking recently, why should offsprings of Emus be an Emu? Or rather, can't the emu mature into an Ostrich (Gawd!) like the Ugly duckling story?
"Hmmm interesting point, said voice no.1 inside his head, but I had the floor if I'm not mistaken? Is this Zero Hour or what huh???"
All birds considered, he still didn't know what he was upto and where he was heading. In fact what the hell is this Life all about? And that's a topic for when I'm getting back home maybe, said Remu, as he ran into the mill, absent-minded, straight into the huge pile of flour.
FLOPPPHHFFHHFFH!!!
