How many of us still do this? Close our eyes and forget the present. Take a trip down the memory lane and think about only the good things. What comes to your mind?
To me comes a winter morning. Early morning. Just when the fog is clearing and the sun is trying to shine brightly. But the fog diffuses the light and the warmth and it fills my room. I snuggle my blanket closer. Time to wake up and be on time to catch the bus.
A place abuzz with lively voices. Strange cacophony with a life of its own. The voices together show the character of the place. The voices speak a myriad of qualities. From thoughts of having lunch after skipping breakfast at home to thoughts about how a political unrest in Cambodia needs a voice of protest. Someone starts singing, the strum of guitar, a row of faces stare at the walls searching for a significance of the song in their life.
A starry night with the moon high up. "Spirits" are running "high". Someone starts a topic, others join in. Some move away to have a smoke. Few others join in. A clink and a clank of bottles heard at regular intervals. The conversations continue. A voice breaks into a song. It soon becomes a chorus. Time passes. Sleepy eyes have lost their sleep. Dawn. Time to go to sleep.
An ashtray, a mattress, a packet of cigarette, a lighter, a dark room lit by the light of a laptop. Fingers tap away at the keyboards. Excitedly. Like a baby trying to grapple at anything he lays his hands on. Cool breeze blows and the night has just got older by an hour. The steady sound of a leaky tap. And in front of me a vast expanse of smoke. Taking various shape and playing with each other as they disappear into the air. I don't need to remember this. I am back to reality...
1 comment:
may be, there is very little time to do this... I guess, a small time in a lonely corner would be craved like a concotion of peace and serenity. Pal, its tough.
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