I sit by myself. Nothing doing. Except reflecting and my motor neurons in action to enable the typing of the waves of wonder. I appreciate doing nothing and I’m not lazy. Laziness becomes a choice. Being lazy is blissful when the rollercoaster knows no bounds… within or around.
My heartbeats sync with the beats from the car’s speakers as it drives by. The night orchestra begins with the chorus of puppies woofing in high swara.
Nani’s steps resonate with a comforting sense within my overwhelmed Self. I remember I prayed again today for my loved ones’ good health and for those ill, although I may not know them personally.
I feel a sense of ‘accomplishment’. The first time.. I changed the diaper of my loved one. And no, this is not any fulfilling act align to the ‘mystique feminine’. It is enlightening to my individuality. This ‘accomplishment’ equals weirdly to climbing the Everest Summit… except… I only climbed till the roof top of my home and no experience of the real Everest! It’s a joy to learn something new for the first time. It is equally tiring.. because nature’s call likes to gate crash anytime, anywhere!
The lizard joins in the choir before my next thought…
In the darkness of the room, where I contemplate in, I hear the sounds, and I hear the silence as well. How strange life is! Aha! Heard you again, lizard… even the lizard agrees with me!
My headache has already vanished. I am resurrected!
This evening, the eve of Diwali… I perceive it… being the realization and sharing of lights within our lives and beyond…
I feel light and the light, within. Strangely strange, the Self is.
Time to rest now…
Happy Diwali, dear reader!