Make what go away? The sleep.
In fact, it's not the sleep that needs to go away, it's more of internet in general that I need to move away from.
I shouldn't be on the net. But, here I am.
I shouldn't be writing a blog post. But, here I am.
I feel a burning desire to post something. To say something. I don't get a feeling like that often these days..
Random thoughts coming and going. But then this happens more often than I think it does. My mind is a chaos. Its a mayhem up there. Sometimes there is so much going on that I actually cannot pick one thought and mull over it.It gets that difficult. There is always that one thought that manages to distract me..
A lot of thoughts running in my head as I type this very line. The battery is low. I just got a notification. That was the most recent thought. The next one? Err.. It isn't a very comforting one. I just woke up. At 12, at night. Yes, I am wierd like that. I wouldn't say its a good thing. But then, it is what it is.. I should be studying. No really, I should be. But something takes me away from the thought of opening the black and white photocopied notes or even looking at them rather. I miss the days where I would open a book just to feel the glossy paper, see the colors, read about "how it all began". Those days are gone mostly. Now, it's pretty much- do this, do that and done. No journey to travel, just a destination to reach. Sad, but true.
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I look up. My neck is a little cranky (from sleeping in the wrong posture. Yes, I am lazy like that) I am staring at the lady in the painting on the wall. Eiffel Tower is in the background. Her hair are swaying to the winds( I would like to think that they are) She isn't looking up. She is looking down. Not in dismay though. She is just looking down. Posing in a rather lady-like manner, I would say. A very subtle one. A long red dress( the soothing one) she is wearing. Very comfortable in her skin. Not too proud but at the same time she is not shy either...
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My yoga mat is staring at me. Either because it's telling me that I should be packing it away or I should be sitting on it and making use of it. I don't think it likes being treated as a "show-piece". But then you might argue with me that it doesn't feel anything; it's a thing. I would disapprove.
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I am hungry. The Kellogs Box is standing on my table, fancily. I love how I am being so candid about doing things at the wrong time. Almost as if I am trying to show off. I think I am. About what? I wish I knew.
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Met somebody today. Someone I know very little but still she happens to be there. A part of my life; in a very small way. She mentioned about how she spent the last week visiting a friend in Kerala. She went to attend her wedding. She also mentioned that she went with her boyfriend and spent time with him. She was a little shy to say that but nevertheless she did. I earned her trust, I guess. She went on to mention the little details of her trip. She almost chuckled at times but she was excited..There were times she would get a little conscious to say it out loud. She made sure no one else heard it straight. She didn't want to hide it but I don't think it was something she wanted to make public.
It made me sad; her story. Here was a woman (a working woman) who was doing what she wanted to. Pretty independent and fearless that way. And yet she was bound. That pinched me. I don't blame her but let me say no more.
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Looking outside the window, I see no stars. I see no moon. :( I like to look at them. I can hear the faint synonymous sound of crickets. There is a slight breeze. The wind chime feels the presence of the winds too but doesn't feel the need to chime just as yet. There is a silence in the room yet it isn't quiet..
.. A song is playing.
... The path that I'm walkin', I must go alone
I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown
Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay...
