These soulful moments...

November tune of the Indian climate is back with its signature step! Winds have already started offering the shivering effect. I walk in my house compound at 9:30 pm, wearing a sweatshirt with my favorite PJs. No sport shoes of this world are as comfortable as is a pair of bathroom chappals, I keep thinking while observing my feet enjoying their ride on the chappals brought straight from Mcleod Ganj. The rhythm of my breaths keeps making me feel lighter and happier. 

I'm flying, I think so. And this single thought drives my existence to my authorized thoughtland. "Tell me Timsy, if this simple cute life in these cheap chappals is so beautiful, then why do we keep running through the day in high heels?", I ask myself.

"Well, I agree. If we crave for comfort and rest and peace, then chappals are indeed the best. But see Timsy, if you stay in these chappals every time, then that rest won't feel like rest anymore actually! The moist joy of these soulful moments when I get to recollect myself under the moon floats on the bubbles of the sweat drops that I shed while working hard on heels in the daytime", I make a reply enjoying this intrapersonal conversation.

Along with all these good things around, I keep looking at the sky. "One can't overlook the significance of these insignificant little things in life while relishing the sweetness of grandeur", I keep thinking. I start feeling the urge of a cup of coffee when I sense that these winds are now turning mischievous, and I rush back to my routine life.

Nothing in this world is worthless, I utter while entering the living room.

Fair 'And Lovely' ?

Here's a question I ask (to myself).
What is the link between 'Fair', and 'Lovely'?
Rather, "Is there really a link/relationship between the two?"

.... I think, think and think.
And I conclude. No relationship exactly, but yes, there's a 'bridge'. The name of that 'so-called bridge' is: 'Sick mentality'. 

When your heart dictates...

Is it really hard to assemble words to make a sentence? And then assemble more sentences to do a diary-writing? As easy as anything is it. Just keep your pen charged, and then who is short of words here! You may write as long as you intend to. Your thoughts, your pen-ink and the white paper may collaborate together to produce a book. But still you may not find it worth it; what's the big deal! The happiness of writing a book is nothing compared with the joy of writing a mere page when you write only what your heart dictates.

This heart is indeed 'The Maestro'. I've been told, the so-called blood-pumping organ heart is not the same heart that is responsible for the poetic expressions. That heart brings life to our body, and this heart is the source of life to the life itself. And this mystic invisible organ knows where to go when eyes and brain can't focus on a single point. This heart fills my notepad with a thousand words even when I don't want to say a single word. And those thousand words may be grammatically incorrect, but still they seem to be the most perfect if the purpose of writing is to express myself, and not to impress others.