Another Monday Morning....
Back to work on a Monday, after a 6 day long vacation is tough. I get up early in themorning, and there I was consoling myself saying, this week's just gonna be 4 days long dear, Friday is a holiday!!!! Thanking Lord Mahavir to be born the coming Friday, I shove my blanket aside and forced myself into consciousness.
The timetable started to tick. The same usual pampering warm shower, the daily sandwiches with hot steaming coffee. All done, I waved my usual bye to mommy and dad and left, todeal with the long day that awaited me.
I got the 7.35 bus, just on time. I settled myself on a window seat, and had the windowswide open, and breathed. Fresh air can make so much difference to one's droopiness. It worked perfectly for me. Today, I decided against my customary book reading practice. I just sat observing.
Observation is defintely an art. And I bet its tough. You have to be there. Alive and present. I could feel the jitter of the bus, the sound of shrill horns, the wind that swooshed everytime a car sped away, the chirpings of birds, everything that rose from and died into silence.
Well, I am new to this art, so I kept slipping away to the "lost in my own world" state many a times. But it was fun!
I didn't wait to get to office, I didn't curse the traffic jams, I was so busy enjoying myself. I finally got down the bus and walked my way to my building, amidst greenery and freshness.
And now, here I am on my chair, waiting for my tasks of the day to come. All my liveliness is lost. I sit here blankly gaping at the monitor, waiting for the day to end.
The timetable started to tick. The same usual pampering warm shower, the daily sandwiches with hot steaming coffee. All done, I waved my usual bye to mommy and dad and left, todeal with the long day that awaited me.
I got the 7.35 bus, just on time. I settled myself on a window seat, and had the windowswide open, and breathed. Fresh air can make so much difference to one's droopiness. It worked perfectly for me. Today, I decided against my customary book reading practice. I just sat observing.
Observation is defintely an art. And I bet its tough. You have to be there. Alive and present. I could feel the jitter of the bus, the sound of shrill horns, the wind that swooshed everytime a car sped away, the chirpings of birds, everything that rose from and died into silence.
Well, I am new to this art, so I kept slipping away to the "lost in my own world" state many a times. But it was fun!
I didn't wait to get to office, I didn't curse the traffic jams, I was so busy enjoying myself. I finally got down the bus and walked my way to my building, amidst greenery and freshness.
And now, here I am on my chair, waiting for my tasks of the day to come. All my liveliness is lost. I sit here blankly gaping at the monitor, waiting for the day to end.
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