These days, I enjoy the journey as much as I like finishing a piece. And that comes as a surprise to me since I have always been in hurry to reach the end.
However, something has changed in the last two years. I savor each line, dip, curve and drop. Even the moments when I am blank and don't know what to do next to complete the piece.
Whatever it is. I like it. 🎈
They can't do their job unless they trust that cord to keep them alive. They don't look down because that will remind them that the only thing between life and multiple fractures, hemorrhage, or even death is that cord. The cord is visible to them. Ours isn't visible to our eyes but it is there.
In the friends make, in the hobbies we build, in the people we have on speed dial, in the 3 am chats with family, in camaraderie we share at work, in the lone message from someone who... is far away and hasn't heard from you for a while.
It is there.
Why are the places of worship so peaceful?
I have had phases where I have gone from being highly religious, to atheism, to believing in spirituality. However, one thing that has always remained constant through it all was my love for places of worship. And somehow I have always found them close to where I have lived. Be it the temple next to my building, church next to college or the mosque next to work. Leaving my footwear out and parking myself on the cool floor, I have sat... there for hours; reading, writing, contemplating decisions, studying, sketching and sometimes simply doing nothing. Ironically, I have never prayed in there. But I have always met peace while being there.
Is it the quiet, the well ventilated premise, the cool flooring, or is it just me?
Another Diwali away from home.
No matter what I do it won't be like it is at home. That doesn't make me sad. It's a realization. Here I am, away, celebrating in my own place in an another country for second consecutive year; something that I never thought in my wildest dreams. But as exotic as it sounds there is nothing like ghar ki Diwali.