The Mist

Every morning, I go for a walk around a lake near my place. And every breath that i take there, I thank my God for surrounding me with such beauty. The weight of worries start to feel much lighter and as the sunlight gets brighter, and mist starts to leave, life starts looking like something easier than ever before.

Of dreams forgotten and dreams created

Years ago, a teacher, very dear to me, asked me to apply for a certain college in UK. She arranged for information and also proposed recommendations should I decide in favor of that. But the decision wasn’t mine to take at that age. My parents, for various reasons, decided to have me live close to them and the idea was soon forgotten. And now for reasons unexplained, I feel this urge to go and visit the place. Just once. Just to have a look at the life that we chose not to have. And perhaps to get myself to have the luxury of dreaming what my teacher once wanted for me.

Dishahara

One of the many things that I love and hate about myself is being directionless. Now that sounds like a contradiction to how I define myself . I prefer having plans and road-maps. And here I am almost feeling proud of myself for being able to let myself go , stumbling on one unknown to the other.

I woke up this morning, trying to plan the day ahead and then decided against it. That, by far, has been the best decision of today. I move from one corner of the house to the other, picking this, tidying that, just staring outside the window at times. I go out to the community hall where the kids had organized a very well-curated program for the Independence day. Since I had just myself to look after, I took rest of the day off.  I ended up doing everything and yet nothing at all. A drive in the rain, and now I feel at peace, and done for the day.