There is a drone of Cicada in the air, its your ring tone.
Somebody is calling...nothing important you know.
End of March and the weather gives pleasant surprises on some days.
Like just yesterday you got up feeling happy for no reason really.
That slight headache from morning has become like a ticklish fog circling your eyes and forehead a pleasant sensation of wheeziness right now.
There is work but not too much.
Today is just the day to be lost in your thoughts.
You are remembering that old song that you hummed when you were younger.
You got up with it playing in your head today!
You caught yourself blushing thinking about that thing that happened yesterday! Strange!
That one thing that you wanted to do for a long time, seems more and more likely next weekend?.Rafting? Vipassna, Rishikesh, Holiday, Yes!
All those life and death matters have suddenly become dour.
The truth has settled on you like a shaft of evening light.
Filtered through lace curtains dancing on your arms and hands.
A world of memories and sensations open up.
That black and white picture of yours that youve kept in your wallet for a long time flashes suddenly.
The edges of it are wearing of but that sharp look in the eyes just doesnt fade.
It surprises you some times. That aliveness and magic where did it come from?
You remember that gust of air that hit you on the face through the train window when you were travelling without a ticket.
You loved travelling without ticket, although you havent done it in a long time.
Someday soon you promise yourself.
And you never keep your promises!
Its just another day...
