Mrinalini♦

24. Serendipity?

Dedicated to two women in my life who've always been special:
To my aunts, Riya Mami and my Manti (Mashi) for love, friendship, and more❤️
Your lives and the struggles I have seen you guys through has helped me strengthen my resolve as an individual. You are both important and special to me and I am immensely grateful to have you in my life

"Is serendipity something that you desire in life?
Or is it the mere definition of spontaneity we learn
to embrace with time?
Does the surprise that brings a smile to your face
fulfil your heart and win over your conscience,

or do you often contemplate, what if it had been different?
What had been written in Destiny

crumbles the carefully laid out plans, inevitably...
Perhaps we are left to wonder when alone at night,
If only things had been as planned,
what could have happened in life?
The lingering despondency masked by the momentary bliss,
An unexpected turn that descended upon you,
conflicting through your veins, to be happy at the unforeseen,
or to grieve over what could have been?
Serendipity gives rise to so much in us.
We may not know it today, but isn't it worth thinking about...
Perhaps someday, when the sun sets for us one last time,
We'll know that each moment that we lived through,
though transient and unpredictable,
had a meaning that goes beyond reason,
farther into the void that leaves us to introspect...
Did life turn out to be what we had envisioned?
Or was it all an illusion that we desperately sought to change?
Perhaps we'll never know as mere mortals,
But each moment's a question that no one can anticipate and guess...
There's darkness where there's no light,
And yet it is at night that the stars twinkle bright...
The moon shines down upon the world
as silence descends, ominous and sad.
What awaits at dawn is still a mystery,
If only one could predict or understand life's bemusing obscurity."\

-Elegiac_Damsel
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Third person's point of view:

21st April

Dawning as a calm and hot summer day in the City of Joy with forecasts warning of sporadic showers, known as the Kalbaishakhi thunderstorm that greets India annually, shortly after Bengal celebrates regional New Year or Nabobarsho on the 1st day of the month of Baishakh that falls around mid-April. 

It was a special day for Mrinalini, and as she awoke early, she could feel a rush of adrenaline scouring through her body. Today was the day she would present her Master's thesis defence. A day she had worked too hard for, I had her quivering with anticipation. After countless sleepless nights with scores and scores of research papers to scrounge through, she was finally going to present the research that she had done on organic lethal poisons that can be destructive weapons unbeknownst to humankind. The naive interest born out of the numerous crime novels and thrillers she had read as a child, combined with the shows and documentaries, had manifested into a passion for a subject that many others found painful and difficult.

She sipped the coffee she had brewed herself as she watched the sun rise over the buildings, paving the way for a day that was special and important to her. 

"Good morning, Mrinal," she heard Debarghya's groggy voice, more profound than his usual timbre, greeting her as he entered the kitchen. "Good morning, Arghus. Why are you up so early?" she asked him, turning to look at him as he grabbed a water bottle off the counter. "I heard you leave the room after taking a bath. Moreover, the sunlight seeping through the window was too intense to let me sleep."