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Random Day , Random Thought #3

 

My brain now feels like an unstoppable tornado with thoughts swirling in and out about some of the past days’ events. I am unable to reduce the pace it has picked up. The past week was eventful, indeed yet the conversation I had with one of my friends have dominated my thoughts. I feel tired and I mentally note to prepare a coffee as nearly slouch on my chair.

It’s a beautiful evening, well to be precise, 4:30 pm on the clock and I have just got free from the mess created by a new job, a new area to live in, a new bunch of people ad new set of responsibility.

Till now, I didn’t have to struggle much for whatever I wanted . When it comes to happiness, I have always found myself at the receiving end but now ,with no one close available to me , I guess I need to be at the provider end of happiness first for myself and later for others too.

I am hungry, I could hear my stomach growling. Well, it’s too late to call my meal a Lunch and its way too early for it to be called a dinner. All I know is I am hungry and I need to feed myself soon.

The climate is cool. It has drizzled a bit at the day time and even know, the weather is calm. The atmospheric cool is accompanied by a little of breeze making things even better. I begin to walk to the nearby restaurant. There are puddles of water here and there the road, which makes it a trickier to cross this part of the road. I began walking accompanied by a faintest of sounds acclaiming contact of my foot to the little water in puddles, reverberating as waves to and fro from their origin. I know that the restaurant not far from where I reside, maybe a 10 mins walk!’ That’s going to be great.  As I begin to walk down the road, I notice not much people are out of their place. The little street which joins my home to the main road is so isolated and no wonder, it travels like a maze. Its long and complicated to get out of the local region to reach the main road having all the market and stuff out there. Every time I prepare to get out of my home for a walk or some shopping or meeting my friends, I have to make my will power stronger to cross this ever-demoralising surroundings in here. Yet as soon as I approach the main road joint by many little one, I could here the voice of vehicle getting louder and then getting fainter as they keep running on the track to their destination.  Yes, that’s uplifting

Oh no, big cities issue! I need to cross the road carefully. No issues, I thought. “I would have to develop a habit for this this anyway. It should not matter.” I murmured to keep my spirits up. Of-course I am not afraid of traffic, I am just a less accustomed to it.

There is a vast difference in the place from where I have come from to the place where I have ended up being residing. The former was peaceful, having lesser city-bustle and more of nature

-acquainted thing but the latter is just opposite. We have too much of fast life here, it’s hard to find peace. Homes are literally joint, sharing common walls in between. Well, it may be common at many of you but not for me!

 Just a taking a few steps forward from the restaurant the road travels up as a flyover, oh wait, rather as a bridge connecting 2 lands separated by a deeper pond which, as I have heard ,gets filled up by water in rainy days.   I want to see what is under the bridge and having no one to stop me from doing this, I began walking up the bridge. The side-narrow road way especially made for walking-purpose makes it safer to acknowledge that I won’t come in way of recklessly moving vehicle. I reach at the top and bend a little to look what’s below it. Barren land. Remains of plants. Nothing else.

 

I turn back to leave when I catch a person staring. I gave him a questioning look. He approached me and asked me whether I have lost my way. I embarrassedly replied that I haven’t and after thanking him, returned my way down we went the other way.

I had just gotten down the bridge that it began slow drizzling again. I hurried my pace to reach the restaurant to save myself (well, I like being out in little-unaffecting drizzle but I thought it would be kind of impractical for a day like this) I walked in the restaurant.

Fading In Fading Out

Living in a Bubble

Thank You

ANU.


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