February 20. 8:30 AM. Alarm goes off..
The sun is already raging.. spreading himself across the entire bed for a while now.. As I look aside.. to see pages of the chemistry book fluttering in the air. Looking ahead.. Hrithik smiling at me for falling asleep through those equations last night. Horrified, I jump out of bed.. Determined to finish that chapter in the day.. “there’s still time to cover up!” I think.
It’s that time of the season.. when windows in the house have started to be opened up in the mornings. After winters. The sky is clear & blue, smell of new leaves in the air and the woodpecker is in action again. One glance at the terrace.. thanks to my window side study table.. old clothes being arranged in the sun, blankets.. to be kept aside for the next winter and the mind wanders.. its always great day dreaming.
February 20. 8:30 AM. Alarm goes off.
The sun must be already raging.. don’t know when I slept last night. Don’t have much time to think either. Deadlines still haunting. 5 Styles.. 3 dockets today! Is there milk in the house for coffee?? Geyser on before the power goes off. Crap food for lunch again! Have to stop at an ATM before office.. “Walk on..” says U2
After bargaining for the best price and stepping into the auto.. a momentary glance.. The sky is clear & blue, fresh leaves and.. a screeching horn from the vehicle beside. The meters running fast. Damn!
It’s that time of the season again.. Time is tricky! You never know when it starts controlling your life. The cycle of 12-12.. theres no way out as you fall into it.. Now that’s how you mature. An organized thought. An exercise to remain focused. Within the daily chores somehow, the inner voice remains unheard.. the place between the head and heart un-noticed. Untouched. No issues. Humans move on.. that is how it should be. The key to survival. Switching the mind, maneuvering it to pace with the 12s.
For someone like me.. who gets tired of the pace too soon and wants to wander in the past.. theres always.. this time of the season.. to fall back on. Remembering those small details.. feelings associated with it. Good or bad. It always makes me smile.
Today, after a long time.. I stood for hours in front of the open window staring into space watching nothing in particular. Listening to my heart.. Re-connecting with myself. It was long due.
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