Today
is one of those days when the greys in the sky are depressing. The monsoon is
here, new life is beginning. I love the rains. Yet, today is not one of those
days. It is one of those days when you want to wear red socks and sit on the
bed with a blanket across your knee. It is one of those days when you want to
sleep off the hours until it is bedtime. It is one of those days when you want
someone to make you drink hot milk with chocolate in it, or just hot milk
because you don’t like chocolate very much. It is one of those days when you
want to write, not put up work-related stuff, but write for yourself, like old
times. It is one of those days when you don’t write because you are scared of what
lines might bleed out of the keyboard from your head’s unspoken pages. It is
one of those days when you want to stubbornly watch time waste by.
It is
also one of those days when you know that it will be raining tomorrow, that new
life will be beginning. It is also one of those days when you note the eight years
that this blog has been alive. As it enters the ninth and I a new decade, soon,
I want to celebrate the discovery of a new happy place. I resist writing about
it here, one, for selfish reasons – I want it to remain lesser known for as
long as possible and two, superstition looms above like the dark grey clouds – I don’t want any envying, ill-bearing evil
eye on me just yet, silly as that sounds. Silly as that sounds, I wouldn’t want
to tempt the volatile lady of luck anymore by writing about it. I have an old
fashioned journal for that again, old style, old charms.
This
is my happy place. I am in a happy place.
2 comments:
This looks exactly like the place that has been in my head for a long time. A place so calm ,a place where you can choose to think and think to infinity and not think. A place away from all the noises ,a place where you have only the sky and the greenery to keep you company. A place where you can sigh deeply and smile to yourself
Thank you. It is all that and more.
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