With the skies a gleaming white, everything so lucid and forever enriching, all worth a dropdown. Or better, a showdown.
But am not one of those guys who’ll admire it to the core; spiritually and literally.
I have a relational database and I don’t really take much time relating this scene to a few scattered events.
Loneliness is the key and isolation is the lock. Both fit in perfectly. But not always!
Starring through the window, I get stuck in the still image being set in front of me. Movement could still mean stillness. That’s illusion.
The only unnatural sound is the tinkling sound of a drop of rain falling over a crushed can of bear, and am not happy.
Silence is golden, but an impurity in gold makes you think. So, I better be thankful.
Shifting my eyesight downwards by about seventy-five degrees, I can see some movement that is definitely not human.
I make my day. I see a green tree snake lurking in the wet grass. I smile. Awesome beauty.
The other day illusion and distance blew me. Mistook a full-grown earthworm for a baby snake.
I hate green but I love the shades.
Have an old blow up poster re-pasted on the walls of my room. Maybe to commemorate the winds of change. It’s one of the best of my High-Skies collection.
The Mormugao Port is barely functional, cause the rains make it run into ‘dry’ business. Didn’t really hear about weird ship names like “Pyaare Amma” (Japanese or Indonesian vessel) from dad. Subjects of a hearty laugh.
Rains do make me more nature-inclined. At least for a month or two. My resistivity to the same hits an all time low.
I feel like an electron following the conventional flow of current. (Too conventional!)
And now, all that I wanna do is wake up…