She unlocked the door, stepped in and let a big sigh of relief. Another day had ended. Her fingers retreated from the switches. The darkness is soothing. Contrary to popular beliefs, the dark and color black doesn't always imply a depressed affect. It calmed her nerves. Slowed her racing mind.
Though legally she had been an adult for the last 2 years and 363 days, she only recently realized all the responsibilities and problems that came with such "power". The freedom and independence she had been bestowed upon had its loop holes and catches. Despite her youth, time wasn't her best friend. Tied up with work, the gradual disappearance of her friends and the fierce and fiery experiences of superior authorities had kept her on her toes.
The darkness was like a cold cubes of ice on her eyes. Quietly she slipped off her uncomfortable shoes and slid across the polished floors barefooted. She continued silently across the house, as if not to wake a sleeping child, and quickly changed out of her work wear. With a blue polka dotted cup of hot tea -when did the transition from coffee to tea happen? - she slithered to the balcony that seemed most hushed. The brown branches and the leaves of varied green greeted her but stayed still as a stone. She could hear the swing set creak under the weight of the mother and son enjoying their ritualistic evening sway. I love it when my senses are heightened. I am in the Now. Everything that has happened- good or bad- has led me to this moment. A soft breeze would've made this setting perfect.
It was pretty warm for a November evening. The wilderness outside was strangely stagnant. Few cars and scooters drove by on the rough terrain, she followed the headlights as far as the darkness would let her. Sipping what seemed like good tea to her, she closed her eyes to recollect the day that had been. A rather slow day at work but it ended watching the younger ones with a joy that she had forgotten. A simple joy that had been masked by the obligations and duties of being grown up. The silly amusement of having cake splattered on each others faces. The gleeful delight in refusing to delete someones bad picture. The evil gratification of stealing chocolates that belonged to another person. Couple of years from now, would we be 'allowed' to behave like this? she thought remorsefully.
Peace is a difficult thing to achieve. Inner peace isn't something you achieve or acquire. It's something you have to maintain. Life is an obstacle race. Expect that in life, the hurdles are unpredictable. Just as you steady yourself - sometimes even before that- the next hoop to jump arrives couple of feet from you.
Her blue polka dotted cup of tea was almost empty and the blood thirsty mosquitoes had began to swarm around her feet. It was time to go indoors. The swing sets' squeaking had stopped quite sometime back but the cacophony of the carpenters had not. The temperatures had begun to drop and she softly said goodnight to the leaves that were sleeping as she shut the door behind her.
Though legally she had been an adult for the last 2 years and 363 days, she only recently realized all the responsibilities and problems that came with such "power". The freedom and independence she had been bestowed upon had its loop holes and catches. Despite her youth, time wasn't her best friend. Tied up with work, the gradual disappearance of her friends and the fierce and fiery experiences of superior authorities had kept her on her toes.
The darkness was like a cold cubes of ice on her eyes. Quietly she slipped off her uncomfortable shoes and slid across the polished floors barefooted. She continued silently across the house, as if not to wake a sleeping child, and quickly changed out of her work wear. With a blue polka dotted cup of hot tea -when did the transition from coffee to tea happen? - she slithered to the balcony that seemed most hushed. The brown branches and the leaves of varied green greeted her but stayed still as a stone. She could hear the swing set creak under the weight of the mother and son enjoying their ritualistic evening sway. I love it when my senses are heightened. I am in the Now. Everything that has happened- good or bad- has led me to this moment. A soft breeze would've made this setting perfect.
It was pretty warm for a November evening. The wilderness outside was strangely stagnant. Few cars and scooters drove by on the rough terrain, she followed the headlights as far as the darkness would let her. Sipping what seemed like good tea to her, she closed her eyes to recollect the day that had been. A rather slow day at work but it ended watching the younger ones with a joy that she had forgotten. A simple joy that had been masked by the obligations and duties of being grown up. The silly amusement of having cake splattered on each others faces. The gleeful delight in refusing to delete someones bad picture. The evil gratification of stealing chocolates that belonged to another person. Couple of years from now, would we be 'allowed' to behave like this? she thought remorsefully.
Peace is a difficult thing to achieve. Inner peace isn't something you achieve or acquire. It's something you have to maintain. Life is an obstacle race. Expect that in life, the hurdles are unpredictable. Just as you steady yourself - sometimes even before that- the next hoop to jump arrives couple of feet from you.
Her blue polka dotted cup of tea was almost empty and the blood thirsty mosquitoes had began to swarm around her feet. It was time to go indoors. The swing sets' squeaking had stopped quite sometime back but the cacophony of the carpenters had not. The temperatures had begun to drop and she softly said goodnight to the leaves that were sleeping as she shut the door behind her.
