I have many friends. Tomorrow is my most loyal friend; it is always there even when I don't realize that it needs to be there. And the moon is as courteous as ever to welcome it; with all pride shunned. And the Sun, in its wake, rises up dutifully to furnish it with light to celebrate a budding hope. And what with all the Tomorrows and its companions: the Sun, moon & stars and also the soft, brown earth that hasn't squealed even once when I've trodden upon it, I think I am in good company.
There's a Turkish cap lying on the floor because I was spinning it around my head and it flew off. I've been doing a lot of things mindlessly. Silence being one of them. I don't mean to be this silent, dull or blank. Sometimes the roar of my own thoughts scares me into silence. Besides, I'd rather spare you off the awkwardness of a conversation with yours truly. But I'm okay with not being good at some things. I decided that today while walking from my last class to the college gate.
The TV is blaring, and Baba just exclaimed really loudly. I'm sure it's just another program about people talking about other people who had talked about some other people some time ago.
I am dressed strangely today. These clothes make me feel like a lost kid in an adult gathering. I rested my head against the car window on my way back home today and watched everything fly by, while my head crashed lightly with the glass with every jump & bump. Just like I used to do when there were too many people in the car for me to be in one of the back seats and I readily sat atop Baba's lap instead. I am now tall enough to do that on my own. Sometimes you've got to treat yourself to a smile.
There are a lot of things swirling around in my head, but I have only managed to make sense out of a few. The rest I will save for my attic notebook (the idea of which I got from a friend's blog). Just in case you are wondering, I am supposed to update the diary regularly and not re-read the entries even once after writing them. I've decided to open the notebook and re-read it only on my birthday. And it will be like finding a notebook from the attic. Won't that be a treat? I promise I will send to you a few entries of the notebook when I am finished. It has been fun so far.
I am not just on a journey, I am a journey in itself. I hope you travel me.
There's a cricket match going on, Imran Khan is answering people's questions on TV now, Ammi has set up the machine and a basket of apples near it so I can make apple juice, my headphones are lying tangled invitingly near me, underneath the headphones lies a Chemistry book that I plan to brush the dust off, and in direct view is a wooden trolley, on top of which a fruit basket rests, consisting of only bananas. I? I am infinitely blessed.
Love,
Me.
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