When the things "to do" stretch beyond three pages, loosely typed, and branch out into diverse aspects cushioned in each particular stop... what do you do?
Well, I, search for a way online to do one small bullet point ...
do we ever get points for trying?
excuse the less-than-sunny tone... its one of those contemplative days.
ho hum. managed one point now. realised it was moot post following through. like i said, its one of those days.
i love the privilege of being able to indulge verbally into this vacuum of virtual space. where ink and thoughts are sucked in, momentarily glimpsed by some... or maybe ignored by all as we continue to click on virtual-to-'real' purchases.
gamble. sometimes choices are just gambles disguised as decisions. thats why i tell near and dear ones to be as thorough as possible. practicality is heavily underrated, much like dancing around trees much much overrated. although i guess i would have to actually circle the tree to make an accurate assessment.. but it seems like more work than play. although swings in parks are underrated. swings are great.
childhood was great, if only we all didn't constantly yearn to 'grow up'... but to be fair, we were seduced. by the promise of what adulthood would bring. choices, freedom, later bed timings and the possibility of sleeping past 9! (joy was anticipated)... responsibilities and a job translated to glamorous freedom... no answerability (at least less answerability)... freedom only visualised as a picking up of the jhola and striding off into the world... brimming with enthusiasm, pulled by the possibility of a wonderful, successful, enterprising day..
you don't get gold stars for meeting your deadlines... i recently told a friend PMS is not really a "post" thing.. its pre, post, during.. it pretty much strikes whenever the h*** it wants.. its a state that is. an isness of inhabiting a woman's body and holding its hormones. its when things that are normally shrugged at, make you a little teary eyed. its a hormonal vulnerability that craves soup, sleep, silence, and warmth. it can strike at any time of the month, completely unrelated to the cycle of the egg... i feel like i should have given a *woman feelings* disclaimer before this spilled out. but what to do? sometimes a wave catches you unaware.. and all you can do is try and not swallow that salt water... i love the sea... i really really do..
i feel like the sea is where i am at home... embraced by the larger ocean body...
my most favourite-est :) recent happy memory is of the girl-trip to goa.. we were at the beach, our last evening... and i sat in the sea for over an hour... and we watched the sun set over an impossibly long time.. the sky turned yellow-orange-pink and a kaleidoscope of orange and reds... for the longest longest hour... and as the waves washed over me... happily submerged... feeling the pull of the sea.. washing over and pulling out of me.. we sat, some stood, some *very much with baby within* were at the cafe, but in the security of the "us"... we watched the sun dance out of view of where we were on Earth... the sea is my always-love.. the sea is that embrace, whose mere memory, can even make PMS fall back into the great distance...
if i haven't said it enough... i love the sea
from where we started to where we are now.. but that's life. that is just it.
Well, I, search for a way online to do one small bullet point ...
do we ever get points for trying?
excuse the less-than-sunny tone... its one of those contemplative days.
ho hum. managed one point now. realised it was moot post following through. like i said, its one of those days.
i love the privilege of being able to indulge verbally into this vacuum of virtual space. where ink and thoughts are sucked in, momentarily glimpsed by some... or maybe ignored by all as we continue to click on virtual-to-'real' purchases.
gamble. sometimes choices are just gambles disguised as decisions. thats why i tell near and dear ones to be as thorough as possible. practicality is heavily underrated, much like dancing around trees much much overrated. although i guess i would have to actually circle the tree to make an accurate assessment.. but it seems like more work than play. although swings in parks are underrated. swings are great.
childhood was great, if only we all didn't constantly yearn to 'grow up'... but to be fair, we were seduced. by the promise of what adulthood would bring. choices, freedom, later bed timings and the possibility of sleeping past 9! (joy was anticipated)... responsibilities and a job translated to glamorous freedom... no answerability (at least less answerability)... freedom only visualised as a picking up of the jhola and striding off into the world... brimming with enthusiasm, pulled by the possibility of a wonderful, successful, enterprising day..
you don't get gold stars for meeting your deadlines... i recently told a friend PMS is not really a "post" thing.. its pre, post, during.. it pretty much strikes whenever the h*** it wants.. its a state that is. an isness of inhabiting a woman's body and holding its hormones. its when things that are normally shrugged at, make you a little teary eyed. its a hormonal vulnerability that craves soup, sleep, silence, and warmth. it can strike at any time of the month, completely unrelated to the cycle of the egg... i feel like i should have given a *woman feelings* disclaimer before this spilled out. but what to do? sometimes a wave catches you unaware.. and all you can do is try and not swallow that salt water... i love the sea... i really really do..
i feel like the sea is where i am at home... embraced by the larger ocean body...
my most favourite-est :) recent happy memory is of the girl-trip to goa.. we were at the beach, our last evening... and i sat in the sea for over an hour... and we watched the sun set over an impossibly long time.. the sky turned yellow-orange-pink and a kaleidoscope of orange and reds... for the longest longest hour... and as the waves washed over me... happily submerged... feeling the pull of the sea.. washing over and pulling out of me.. we sat, some stood, some *very much with baby within* were at the cafe, but in the security of the "us"... we watched the sun dance out of view of where we were on Earth... the sea is my always-love.. the sea is that embrace, whose mere memory, can even make PMS fall back into the great distance...
if i haven't said it enough... i love the sea
from where we started to where we are now.. but that's life. that is just it.
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