Its been 2 years I tried penning down anything. Life was busy but more than that life got me distracted. This is the time of self quarantine, where everyone locked themselves at home. Everyone wanted to produce anything that is otherwise their daily schedule. Some say, they are frustrated, my tale would be different. I enjoyed being home , resting my feet always under my cozy blanket. Perhaps, that was required. Tired feet, tired eyelashes, racing against time, racing against capacity. My interest has always been cooking and savoring delicacies. So did I , took to my ladles and pans. Days would begin watching birds that chirp around my balcony. The happiness that cherubs spread, would once witnessed by the world during this extra ordinary hours .
I read about finches in my story books, never saw them in real. Once peeped out my window, only to catch few finches returned from their quarantine and humming its tales against the branch that visits my balcony. Office chores well kept everyone busy, and suddenly making tea with herbs got me interested. For a change, I wouldn't chase sunsets , rather they poked my window with its rusted hue. I couldn't keep calm but walk up to my terrace with a mug of green coffee, just to watch her saying adieu to the world. That of course left mankind with a hope, tomorrow is good and will be better.
Besides preparing all sorts of rice and prawns and chicken , my interest rested on purchasing plants. I am that woman, who wouldn't even can grow a cactus in my balcony, interestingly a disturbed tulsi plant made her place in one corner . They say holy basil is healthy and medicinal. Besides her such property, I used to smell her flowers that would gush by my living room as it breezed. Evenings became fragrant and soothing. As I slept for longer hours , I started pondering how it all began. A life, that is itself a blessing, but lost its essence in rat race.
Humans run after everything. They think they achieve millions, but choose to ignore multiple values they lose. We lose the beauty of living in our daily bustle. As I rested my feet on a cloudy afternoon, I take time to think and appreciate the lost essence. The lost many afternoons back home, where a family enjoys their meal made of fish fries and rice, the delight of watching rains dripping against the green leaves of gooseberries. The happiness around those white fragrant flowers that bloomed in the evening, and humming of the watchman who recited his daily hymns .
As the roads are blocked, humans did calm down, I take an opportunity to get nostalgic, to listen to everyone around us . We love speaking, and make us heard , what joy was this to listen to every single creature during this down time. As the incense sticks burn in my balcony, I delve into its fragrance and transport to my girlhood days . Days that never discriminated, never questioned, never hurt, never hated anyone ! If I transcend from a pole to other, let their be some space to fill in my heart with some simple joys and pleasures. Transcendence is fantastic , yet let me hold on to times that I lose everyday. The expenditure of such valuable time, let it flash my memory always and pay a visit to my lips and give me reason to smile always !
I read about finches in my story books, never saw them in real. Once peeped out my window, only to catch few finches returned from their quarantine and humming its tales against the branch that visits my balcony. Office chores well kept everyone busy, and suddenly making tea with herbs got me interested. For a change, I wouldn't chase sunsets , rather they poked my window with its rusted hue. I couldn't keep calm but walk up to my terrace with a mug of green coffee, just to watch her saying adieu to the world. That of course left mankind with a hope, tomorrow is good and will be better.
Besides preparing all sorts of rice and prawns and chicken , my interest rested on purchasing plants. I am that woman, who wouldn't even can grow a cactus in my balcony, interestingly a disturbed tulsi plant made her place in one corner . They say holy basil is healthy and medicinal. Besides her such property, I used to smell her flowers that would gush by my living room as it breezed. Evenings became fragrant and soothing. As I slept for longer hours , I started pondering how it all began. A life, that is itself a blessing, but lost its essence in rat race.
Humans run after everything. They think they achieve millions, but choose to ignore multiple values they lose. We lose the beauty of living in our daily bustle. As I rested my feet on a cloudy afternoon, I take time to think and appreciate the lost essence. The lost many afternoons back home, where a family enjoys their meal made of fish fries and rice, the delight of watching rains dripping against the green leaves of gooseberries. The happiness around those white fragrant flowers that bloomed in the evening, and humming of the watchman who recited his daily hymns .
As the roads are blocked, humans did calm down, I take an opportunity to get nostalgic, to listen to everyone around us . We love speaking, and make us heard , what joy was this to listen to every single creature during this down time. As the incense sticks burn in my balcony, I delve into its fragrance and transport to my girlhood days . Days that never discriminated, never questioned, never hurt, never hated anyone ! If I transcend from a pole to other, let their be some space to fill in my heart with some simple joys and pleasures. Transcendence is fantastic , yet let me hold on to times that I lose everyday. The expenditure of such valuable time, let it flash my memory always and pay a visit to my lips and give me reason to smile always !
