I came over to CST today, to collect an album, engagement album. Since there was not much to do at work, I had the liberty of leaving while it was still bright outside, an event as rare as the blue moon sighting.
April had just begun, and the temperature was starting to rise. Everytime, I hear temperature, I imagine a thermometer with mercury, silver colored, rising. The temperature was hitting 35 degree Celsius during the day and Mumbai is humid! The mercury, rising. But today it was cloudy, the temperature had dipped, and a soft breeze, that provided respite from the heat.
I was tempted to go over to Marine Drive, so I did. And I sit here, enjoying the breeze, watching the sea waves crash into the walls on one side, and the crowd of locals and tourists, Indians and foreigners, on the other. The road reflecting the street lights, shining. The lights in the distance like diamonds against the coal black sky. The sea roaring on one side and the honking of fancy cars on the other. The smell of salt mixing with the smell of street side food, burning fuel and tyres.
I switched the phone off, got my diary out, and let the blue ink run amock on the blank white pages. And my writing affair is never complete without a cup of tea by my side.
As I sit here watching the entire scene unfurl, I feel good about a lot of things. I feel good to be where I am right now. Thoughts wash over me, they hit me like the sea waves hit the Marine Drive walls. Time tends to stop as I wade through a sea of memories. I think about 2016 til now. The overnight camp on that hill at Hampi, the scuba diving at Tarkarli, safaris and ghost towns of Rajasthan, and the sea food at Goa!
I think about the 'what-ifs', staring into the distance, at infinity. I am not looking at anything in particular, just staring away. I wonder what if I had a guitar with me right now, the soft finger plucking would have been wonderful to go with the song that the sea sings.
This entire setup gives me a feeling that I have escaped the 'routine'. And a realization of why the routine is necessary!
I know this peace of mind because I have seen routine at my desk. I wouldn't know the calming effect of the waves if I hadn't seen the chaos of meeting deadlines. Only a caged bird would really know the joy of flying in the open skies. A gulp of water is the most soothing to someone who has walked miles in the scorching heat! How can you value a life that has never escaped death before..
April had just begun, and the temperature was starting to rise. Everytime, I hear temperature, I imagine a thermometer with mercury, silver colored, rising. The temperature was hitting 35 degree Celsius during the day and Mumbai is humid! The mercury, rising. But today it was cloudy, the temperature had dipped, and a soft breeze, that provided respite from the heat.
I was tempted to go over to Marine Drive, so I did. And I sit here, enjoying the breeze, watching the sea waves crash into the walls on one side, and the crowd of locals and tourists, Indians and foreigners, on the other. The road reflecting the street lights, shining. The lights in the distance like diamonds against the coal black sky. The sea roaring on one side and the honking of fancy cars on the other. The smell of salt mixing with the smell of street side food, burning fuel and tyres.
I switched the phone off, got my diary out, and let the blue ink run amock on the blank white pages. And my writing affair is never complete without a cup of tea by my side.
As I sit here watching the entire scene unfurl, I feel good about a lot of things. I feel good to be where I am right now. Thoughts wash over me, they hit me like the sea waves hit the Marine Drive walls. Time tends to stop as I wade through a sea of memories. I think about 2016 til now. The overnight camp on that hill at Hampi, the scuba diving at Tarkarli, safaris and ghost towns of Rajasthan, and the sea food at Goa!
I think about the 'what-ifs', staring into the distance, at infinity. I am not looking at anything in particular, just staring away. I wonder what if I had a guitar with me right now, the soft finger plucking would have been wonderful to go with the song that the sea sings.
This entire setup gives me a feeling that I have escaped the 'routine'. And a realization of why the routine is necessary!
I know this peace of mind because I have seen routine at my desk. I wouldn't know the calming effect of the waves if I hadn't seen the chaos of meeting deadlines. Only a caged bird would really know the joy of flying in the open skies. A gulp of water is the most soothing to someone who has walked miles in the scorching heat! How can you value a life that has never escaped death before..
Only when you have hated the hot summer afternoons can you fall in love with a breezy summer evening.
You should write more often, Mr. Nomad!
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