Of Life, Twilight and more...
The sky was azure blue with pillows of clouds strewn all over. A mild, gentle breeze was blowing, in no apparant hurry to reach its home...
It was me, up in my terrace( the terrace was as-far-out-of-home that I was allowed to go today owing to a fever!) bearing witness to yet another wonderful symphony conducted by Nature - yes, the Sunset!!( ok, stop rolling your eyes...believe me, there is a lot more rolling of eyes to be done by the time you are done with this post. At this juncture, I am obliged to put up this disclaimer...
/* DISCLAIMER*/
The author shall bear no liability whatsoever in case of any opthamological/neural defect arising in the reader due to the overtly sentimental content of this post.
My dear readers, you have been warned...At the risk of being cock-eyed and mentally challenged for the rest of your lives, read on...)
This Saturday evening, being highly vetti( vetti: vet-tee; n/adj; origin-unknown,presumed to be from certain ancient dravidian language that rhymes with nil; meaning-describes accurately the state yours truly is in most of the time, roughly translates to jobless) and exhausting all other means of killing time, I walked up to my terrace. I'm glad I did that.
I was treated to a veritable treat for the eyes and the ears. I witnessed the sunset in blissful solitude( damn! ;)) with my hands tucked away in my pyjama pockets . The fiery yellow ball that made us all scamper away to shadier places, was now a very much timid orange-red blob. Bidding the world goodbye for the day, it slowly sank into the horizon. One last time, the sun playfully peeked out from amidst the clouds, making the sky blush a deep scarlet. The sky then turned an inky blue; a silver orb being the silent sentinel of the universe. Slowly, millions of tiny twinkling stars seemed to appear out of nowhere. They grinned cheekily at me, as if they are the custodians of a sceret, mocking at my ignorance!
I just stood there in a kind of a trance...thinking about everything;thinking about nothing.
How often have we taken time off to stop and admire the small things in life; the sweet-nothings? Rarely? Never? We just amble along mindlessly in mad pursuit of what the person next to us is in mad pursuit of.
What does your life mean to you? Isn't life all about doing stuff that you want to do? My dad's friend used to say " Experience is a comb that nature gives to you when you are bald. "
Think about it and let me know your opinions...( that translates to COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT!!!)
P.S: If you read this post and fail to comment, your soul will forever rot in I-didn't-comment-in-arch's wonderful blog hell. :-D
It was me, up in my terrace( the terrace was as-far-out-of-home that I was allowed to go today owing to a fever!) bearing witness to yet another wonderful symphony conducted by Nature - yes, the Sunset!!( ok, stop rolling your eyes...believe me, there is a lot more rolling of eyes to be done by the time you are done with this post. At this juncture, I am obliged to put up this disclaimer...
/* DISCLAIMER*/
The author shall bear no liability whatsoever in case of any opthamological/neural defect arising in the reader due to the overtly sentimental content of this post.
My dear readers, you have been warned...At the risk of being cock-eyed and mentally challenged for the rest of your lives, read on...)
This Saturday evening, being highly vetti( vetti: vet-tee; n/adj; origin-unknown,presumed to be from certain ancient dravidian language that rhymes with nil; meaning-describes accurately the state yours truly is in most of the time, roughly translates to jobless) and exhausting all other means of killing time, I walked up to my terrace. I'm glad I did that.
I was treated to a veritable treat for the eyes and the ears. I witnessed the sunset in blissful solitude( damn! ;)) with my hands tucked away in my pyjama pockets . The fiery yellow ball that made us all scamper away to shadier places, was now a very much timid orange-red blob. Bidding the world goodbye for the day, it slowly sank into the horizon. One last time, the sun playfully peeked out from amidst the clouds, making the sky blush a deep scarlet. The sky then turned an inky blue; a silver orb being the silent sentinel of the universe. Slowly, millions of tiny twinkling stars seemed to appear out of nowhere. They grinned cheekily at me, as if they are the custodians of a sceret, mocking at my ignorance!
I just stood there in a kind of a trance...thinking about everything;thinking about nothing.
How often have we taken time off to stop and admire the small things in life; the sweet-nothings? Rarely? Never? We just amble along mindlessly in mad pursuit of what the person next to us is in mad pursuit of.
What does your life mean to you? Isn't life all about doing stuff that you want to do? My dad's friend used to say " Experience is a comb that nature gives to you when you are bald. "
Think about it and let me know your opinions...( that translates to COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT!!!)
P.S: If you read this post and fail to comment, your soul will forever rot in I-didn't-comment-in-arch's wonderful blog hell. :-D
posted by Archana at 8:19 AM
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