There was a time when I was shopping for furniture for my home. Every store that I used to enter, I used to look at the furniture with keen and interested eyes. Out of the many, only few caught my attention. And out of those shops that had good furniture only a few of them offered free delivery. I was stubborn enough not to pay extra and leave the furniture — until one day, I got the perfect piece along with the free delivery.
Has it ever happened that you instruct someone something and they either don’t follow the instruction or do the exact opposite of what you’ve asked?
Once I was at home and had not attended my college. I got a call from my friend whom I wanted to avoid. So I asked my sister to talk to her and tell her that I was unwell and if asked more then tell her that I was not at home.
As instructed like an adorable sister she said, “Yah hi! She didn’t come because she was unwell.” Until that point it was ok. And then all of a sudden she starts, “yes, she is saying that she is not well and she is not at home right now.”
I stood glaring at her with fierce fiery eyes. Anger… embarrassment…they all came upon me. I had to take the receiver to talk to my friend. I gently started telling her that I was just coming to talk… and god knows what did she hear and why did she tell that.
Little sister you know!
She and I both started laughing.
Going round and round in circles, I loved to sit on the small wooden ponies. They were painted in bright colours and I enjoyed the music that played along the ride. The carousel was decorated in bright light. It moved round and round, and the lights spun with me… all over me…all around me. I could not make sense of what was moving and what was standing still. But I enjoyed the rush and I laughed hard and screamed harder.
Today as I stand at the airport ready to collect my baggage, as it comes sitting on the carousel, it reminds me of the past days… of moving — live carousel that I once journeyed on.
In front was a vast stretch of blue sea. There were impressions of several footsteps drawn on the shore. I could feel my hand in his, and I too started ambling along the sea shore. Adding to the several footsteps were mine, but his vanished with every moving step forward.
You could read part 1 of the story here: Foggy Night
I was inspired to write this story after I had received an encouraging comment by a blogger friend asking me to continue with “Foggy Night”.
The landscape was not like the one I was used to. There were no trees or houses but there were buildings — very tall, like trees. They looked kind of same only varying in dimensions.
It felt like I was walking, but I was wrong. It was my surrounding that was moving around me.
The green cloud bubbles that had been hovering over my head had now started bursting into shimmering lights. It looked like fire crackers but they didn’t melt in the green sky…they started falling down. I wanted to run, but could not. I had ducked myself down and my eyes were closed.
And suddenly I heard a voice, “Don’t be afraid.”
I opened my eyes — and all I saw was light. My body had disappeared, or if it existed at this point in time I could not see or feel it — at all.
Thank God! Offices aren’t like schools. You can wear casuals and are spared from wearing strict formals. I can do with strict formals, though. The good thing is you don’t have to worry too much about what you wear… it’s almost like a dress code, in an informal manner. However, the bad thing is you need to worry about how you wear them — properly ironed. I hate ironing, but I love to wear cotton clothes. So I end up ironing my clothes most of the times as I don’t like to wear something that looks crumpled.
I have a partner who keeps my secrets. In sad days, I can pour out my sadness. In happy days, I can talk non-stop about my happiness. Thankfully not a crime in partner, but truly staying with me and being there for me always is my — writing journal. It is my partner of all times.
Silence is sometimes underrated, I think.
I sat by the river in complete silence and the sound was a music. I further gave myself to the music that I was listening to and I quickly got absorbed in a celestial symphony.
It was the darkest of all the nights. I was dead tired. But I had to drive. The fog was making it equally difficult for me to drive. I drove like a snail. I felt my move restricted at the speed of car’s headlight.
Honestly, I felt like the time had frozen itself in the thick dense fog. My eyes had become heavy from the non-stop driving and I just dozed off.
The next thing I saw was — me, standing in a city which looked deserted and there were green cloud bubbles that were floating above my head.
That day was not at all heavenly, when I had caught a glimpse of you. I came home and could only see you — everywhere, in everything.
The next day, I had thoughts about you lingering in my head all day long. But that was not all, something was burning inside me… it was burning me all.