It is Sunday eve. Weekend plans are off because of an ankle that decided to twist itself too early for me to call myself a good badminton player. Seating on my beanbag, laptop in my lap – I open a doc with the intention to write.
But the words aren’t flowing in – for the umpteenth time this month. I have been trying to write something for several days now. And I try quite hard. But it was always a blank drawn on that screen. The whiteness of the paper always contrasts the dark void in my mind. And I always wonder why.
Fortunately, the Bangalore weather always has this inviting hand that pulls me out, just to start a stare at the calmness of a lake that is so visible from my balcony. The stillness reflects my mood – getting nothing on the surface, despite the chaos of activities in the depth.
And that probably is the reason – I figure, as I drag my broken leg to take a walk on that lakeside – now with 5-rs tea cup in my hand, which is constantly replenishing itself with the raindrops that play with the lake alike. But that rain has got the lake opened up – it is telling different stories through its textures, noises, and vibrating surfaces – resonating the same in my mind.
Deadlines, pressures, work commitments – and all the excel/ PPT/ coding running in your mind – we all often run like a headless chicken, spreading ourselves too thin, and hardly touching any depth – let alone caressing the creative contours.
Sometimes, with all that chaos in your mind, all you need is a walk in the rain – to remind yourself that you are only a human.
Sometimes, all you need is a sip of tea to ignite the thinker.
Sometimes, in this chaotic world, all you need is a moment of silence, to feel alive and be yourself again.
Sometimes.
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Misguided Ghost 