If you ever get a chance to be in yourself or sit in a quite peaceful garden for hours looking at the bird chirping, a thankful Friday , kids taking long swings with the strange rattling voice that at times is really enchanting at the same time can take you back to your childhood; never miss a chance on that .
Sit their quietly ; watching yourself evaporating in air ; broken into pieces and gauge yourself flowing with the impulse of saying yes I was this at that time, I wanted that at that time. Yes I committed this bad deal there but I was docile then, yes this I regret, this I call love, that I call mystery and so on….
While looking at the piece of cloud shun by emotions and illusions; I am evolving right now from a meaningless notion. A notion that’s nothing but it devotes me to think; life can take us anywhere in no time. There aren’t any boundaries even if you want to mark line between hatred and affiliation.
It submerges into most acceptable script. Sometimes people who you meet appear as an angel; they play their part and go away. You keep tracking their lost foot prints and save their distinguishing features; their clues and this ostensible part of life lives in forever.
While I said this to someone who joined me in the garden with same mindset; reply I got was nothing is forever only present and that too in your presence.
While I was at home taking sip of coffee and trying to peep into future life line. I had all my doors enclosed with the caption. ‘Only today is the time’. In loneliness when I try to look into past; I drift away with both sweet and accomplished life. So when present violates the rules of being thankful; I find myself thinking about people and their life. It’s my sweetest escape and I find myself coming back in time again to live in the moment now and present.
On closure; a feeling I just experienced and saw it through my mother's eyes who came to me and said ‘one of our neighbors family is moving—(some silence and the voice of truck loading the luggage). So we won’t be able to see them again.Dont know where they would be heading to and where would be I?
Sudden pause --- for how many times we sat on the same sofa and took tea together talking about emptiness that comes in our life more we move…
I kept looking in her eyes; she has something missing a logging; a wish not to hear more of this sound of loading but time passes by like a smooth sailing with few hunches.
Anyways one day I would be at peace, with no wish, no dream, broken imagination, and no sense of accomplishment; that day I will lose my senses and so would you!
