
Waking up differently
I woke up at 4 in the morning and it was unusual for me. Partly because it was not even near to my schedule and partly because I had never experienced that. I walked up to the balcony and saw a different view. The sky was still in its darker shades. It was full of stars and the moon was shining with much greater strength. The rhythmic chirping of birds conveyed the song of nature. It was hypnotic, mesmerising. I decided to take a walk. The dark blue shade had now turned to a reddish hue. The majestic, gigantic, powerful sun appeared like an innocent ball waiting for a child to play with. Walking down the street was peaceful. No rush for anything. Strangers seemed to be friendly. There was an unmatched positivity in everything. I saw a woman cleaning the road before it gets busy. I saw a ragpicker helping her. On my way back, I saw a kid playing with a street dog, and it was impossible for me to say who was happier. The smell of the the morning, the small sweet scent of mud after the morning dew was captivating. I sat to enjoy and bless myself by being a part and witness. I lie down on the ground, the dirt didn’t bother me. It was near afternoon now. The sun shining, busy beings restless to achieve and excel in their quest, and meanwhile, I saw clouds. Clouds of all shapes. Some as big as mountains, some as small as a cotton ball. I stared for them for hours, each passing cloud had a story within to unveil. I turned to get up and a dandelion caught my eye. I was wondering about the magical shape it endures and suddenly, a light breeze flaked that one lonely piece into thousand similar ones. I guess same is true for life as well. Sometimes we need to take a leap of faith and flow with the wind, and eventually we’ll end up at a better place. Later that day, I was sitting on my study table, embracing and appreciating the view outside. Everything seemed to be at peace. The dance of the tree, the birds, the soothing rain and buildings standing high at distances. Lost in the wilderness, thoughts wandering through the narrow trails towards unknown and unprecedented destinations, the vibration of my phone brought me back to the present. A message from a someone and the warmth in breathing grew exponentially. It’s funny how things like these have least attention at times and sometimes they make us oblivious. The evening brought the conclusion. The sun setting in the west, birds chirping back to their nest and everything coming back to standstill as the night unfolds its mystic power. It leaves me spellbound, completely awestruck to imagine how we manage to ignore these things everyday for the sake of dreams that might or might not make us happy ahead. It’s silliness, madness. This moment, this very moment when you are reading this sentence, this is your life. The past is gone and the future is an illusion. It’s like a bait you always see and have ultimate urge to have, you try everything to get that but in the end, you realise that it was just an illusion. Live in the present. It’s the only truth. This moment, here, it’s yours. Make It your own.
