Its 1Am at night and I am sitting beside the window of my bedroom. Cool gentle wind caressing my face, my house dimly lit, complete silence and nobody around me... I enjoy the company of my own... After coming back from office at 9, i become a couch potato, sit in front of the television and get ready to be peeled off by some stupid yet interesting reality shows. Somtimes i get irked at myself thinking "dude, what are you watching? How does it matter to you if Tanaaz and Bakhtiyar abused each other at Big Boss? Or Sherlin Chopra did a sleazy dance sequence? That is not your taste... "(Although i take quite some time to think if the latter is really not my taste) But i continue watching it as i dont have better things to do in life. Simple. After watching television when my eyes start aching, and face finds it hard to defy the law of gravity and starts drooping out of sleep, i go to bed. Day after day, i follow the same routine. Go to office, come back, watch tv, eat and sleep.
But today, its different. Its a friday and i will make sure i take out time for myself. So after watching television (I could not resist watching it, sleazy dance sequences are not such a bad time pass), i came to my bed and thought of enjoying the night. Bumped on to my cozy bed, got inside my bedsheet, and now i am looking outside the window and the glimpses of my life are running through you mind... A quick Rewind. I just love this period of the year, between Diwali and New year. Pleasant weather, slightly cool, and an exuberant atmosphere. I see a few distant bulbs from my window, which make me think who would be living there? would they be feeling cold? and i even sometimes feel like going and staying there overnight. But for now these remote bulbs are flashing some memories in my head.
Random thoughts:
I remember how as a kid i used to snuggle under my mumma's arms to get a little cozy. How we used to get up on sundays to watch Potli Baba Ki, gobbling down bread omlette and a cup of tea. How I used to go to park with my friends to play cricket and we used to give a collective sigh seeing Uncles and Aunties sitting on a bedsheet spread out in the middle of park where there was maximum sunlight. I remeber the days when i used to go to take tuition classes at 7:30 PM and come back at 10:30 even on winter nights when there used to be no one but lonely streets and barking dogs to give us company back home. How I used to sit at the basket ball court of Khalsa college with my friends discussing if i should try my luck with a Mirandian i used to like or if i should compromise and settle down on my classmate (its a different case that i got none). The memories are so different from each other, but they all have a common chord, u might think its crazy but yes it is this season. Many a times such small little background things leave such an impact on you that they become an integral part of the memories. Like a song reminds you of a particular phase of your life, a dress reminds of you an occasion on which you had worn it, etc. These things may or may not be in the picture but they do make the picture look perfect.
Just realized I am stuck to this age fantacism man... Coming back to present, I have to sleep... ciao.... byeeeeee
