So, I have to start all over now, I ruminated again, as I ate a spinach wrap on a Sunday morning.
These words had been lingering over my head for the last three days. With the old blog gone. The connection with the blogger-friends gone. And with the access to the ‘one-year-of-posts’ written on that blog gone. I certainly needed to start over again.
It all started with an attempt to get a new web address –Tinytidbits.in.
Two things were the reason for the attempt.
- I couldn’t resist the allure of this name on my blog. (write2blogg.wordpress.com wasn’t the fanciest of the names I came up with last year)
- I forgot the old but highly resourceful advice of Sir William Shakespeare –“What’s in a name?”
Words were typed. Name was finalized. Money was paid.
And voila. I had my own domain for the blog.
But then things went south as things like data and blog stats migration didn’t work as planned. Somehow nothing worked –I was experiencing Murphy’s Law in action.
I have to start all over now. These words were killing me.
. . .
The laptop screen went blank again.
I was reading articles on medium.com when it happened.The battery was behaving erratically. Its replacement was due.
I made a phone call at the local HP service center and found that the required make was available. So, I changed into fresh clothes, picked up my wallet and cruiser keys and headed out of the flat.
. . .
I was in the elevator now.
It’s surprising how ‘thoughts’ work. The moment they find some spare estate in your mind, they find their way into your head like the water finds its way into a pot-hole.
I was alone in the elevator. I leaned back on one of its wall, completely oblivious to my surroundings, lost in the same three days old stale thoughts about the blog.
A jolt shook me out of my thoughts.
The whole elevator shook and stopped as if somebody has given it a violent jerk. I found railing on one of its walls and held onto it as tightly as possible. My mind went blank as I stared at the cold steel walls. For a couple of moments, nothing moved.
Then the lights went out and the lift went into a free fall.
The worst moments in life, I’d read somewhere, are the ones when you can’t do anything as the world around you crumbles down. Somehow the quote resonated with me at that moment, quite literally in fact.
The sound of metal screeching with metal filled the elevator as it tumbled down inch by inch, floor by floor. Every atom of my body was alive with anticipation. I was scared.
Due to the free-fall, I felt lighter as if I as being pulled by a force from above. I could feel the spinach wrap tumbling in my stomach.
It is not surprising what comes to your mind in such moment. Everything that truly matters. But what is surprising is the speed at which you see everything. The fall must have been for a few seconds. But my mind raced from one picture to another as my whole life converted into a series of snapshots. It’s a different feeling when you realize that it could be your last.
. . .
The free-fall stopped.
I didn’t move for a few seconds as if my steps could start it again, the free-fall, the torrent of thoughts. I don’t know for how long I waited. Every second stretched like hours. The lights were still out.
After some time, I poked my hand onto the switch-panel and pushed on the emergency-call button. Nobody replied. I pressed again. And then again. After the fourth attempt, I heard a static and then the sound of a hello.
I think only Graham Bell would have felt this much happiness on hearing this word from a phone line as I felt at that moment.
In one breath, I spelled out everything. The building number, the elevator on which I was.
After a few moments, I heard some sound outsides. The help had come.
My nerves calmed a little as I listened to their muffled sounds behind the two-inch elevator door. Still, they were taking long to get me out.
I must have waited for five minutes as I saw the thin space between elevator door expanding, as the door opened. It is then I realized that the elevator had come to a halt between the third and the second floor. So as the doors parted, I saw half of the exit space blocked by the thick concrete separating the two floors, providing only a little space for me to go out.
I quickly knelt down and slid outsides, making a small jump as I landed on the floor.
. . .
There was an electricity failure. Usually, elevators stops when this happens, but because of some malfunction in circuits, it didn’t and then it went into a free-fall. It was the mechanical lock that had finally halted the elevator.
I was too shocked to go out for a laptop battery then. So I decided to go back to my flat on the eighth floor, by stairs. Told my flatmate about the incident, but somehow words didn’t capture what I felt in those moments, in that elevator free-falling in the shaft.
My mind was filled with thoughts again, but of different kind. My thoughts had experienced a free-fall. No more about blog and stats, they seemed so trivial now, like most of the things I usually worry about.
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PS – As I was writing this, I got a call from the domain providers. They informed that the posts and comments are recovered, but they are draft mode and need to be re-posted. Though stats etc won’t be available now. I wasn’t very particular now, on what I will get or what I will not. He was surprised by this sudden change in my expecatations. I quickly hung up.
Thank you to all of you for re-connecting with me again. I realized that I have found a bunch of really sweet people here. Thanks to all of you.