Friday, June 28, 2013

Regular magic

Nowadays work has not been smooth-sailing. Also, today, a friend decided to talk to me like a rabid Rottweiler (is that how you spell it?) getting all defensive and rude. The tyre of my car got punctured - third time this month. I nurse a slow fever and a slight headache. My eyes are dry and my gums hurt while my teeth compete with my throat over who can give the sweeter pain. So, all in all, crazy day.

A while ago, though, yesterday to be precise, I had this strong urge to turn my life around by the end of the year. I sense that it will possibly involve taking up a new hobby, maybe shifting base somewhere, going for Vipassana, being in a relationship with someone - something. More importantly, I intend to change the way I think. Or okay, more fundamentally, become more aware of what I think. By the end of this year, I intend to be more free. Like free only the way I can feel fleetingly at the moment.

Anyway, after a long time, a colleague insisted that I walk home with her. I am so glad she did. It was nice. On the way, next to a wine shop, is a large bush filled with off-white blossoms. At night, in the oblique light of the street-lamp, their tips look tinged and wet with fresh varnish. The fragrance, though, is spicy yet sweet and oh, so heady! It's interesting that something that smells as intoxicating as that should be next to a wine shop.

We walked past commenting on two dogs that scampered up to a nursery and smelled the flowers. It was really sweet. And then, I saw something really breath-taking. There was a tree on the opposite side of the road that stood ramrod straight. It didn't bend or lean or curve to one side or anything. It stood straight as an arrow. It was really tall, nearly three or four feet above the nearest street-lamp. In fact, the street lamp was just below it, dully shining its yellow light on all the world. The tree top swelled into a leafy cone and pierced into the inky jelliness of a rainy night sky. Just the lower portion of the conical top was tinted golden with the light of the street lamp. The leafy-top seemed embossed into darkness. It was stunning.

Things like this make you wonder that maybe somebody in the Universe keeps tabs on how rough your day is going. Then you step out and there is this -  a sight that will blow you the other side of midnight.


shaila said...

The words "change" and "free"...just hearing someone say them makes life seem so filled with possibility and with lovely things like beautiful mellow mornings and trips to sunny sandy sea-smelling places. Go for it, Mukta :)

Sonal Chinchwadkar said...

It's all about experience... no matter what you think... every second is an experience... some great, mostly quite challenging... if you can smile through them, well... it's all about that one smile...