Thoughts by the Window Pane

By the window pane, cut off from the world, the breeze flowing through the face. Rains making their presence dominant, droplets of them filling up the pond at the porch. Walking past muddy ponds dampening your bare feet, wetting yourself, in the interim of safekeeping possessions.

Rain has its charm and each time it proves that we are none, just onlookers waiting for it to make way. Waiting and watching the rains, sipping a hot cup of tea, having conversations as a company. Humbled by the soulful morning offering filled with love, to satisfy a famished tummy. Certain people have their way to live in your lives for years with nothing wanted in return.

Our source of experiences vary from time to time and situations that give us inconceivable events. We add on the images that we wish to capture and maybe revisit when there is nothing else left to. The smell around after the rainfall, the mud, the leaves, the trees, the buildings, the children splashing water and the sudden wave of calm are just the things that money can't buy.

In the fantastic world of sounds, certain tempos aren't defined or bound. They make their influence with no boundaries, are inexplicable, remain untouched, serene from wherever you try to listen in. Those journeys made in no specific direction, just heading forward and feeling the air gushing, your hair uncontrollable, your spirit indefinable, your story unthinkable.

There comes a phase in all our lives where we fail to comprehend where we are, what's our story, is it something that we have in common with others? Are we unique, which most of us surely want to believe is the case. Stealing some time off from the mundane live which mostly ends up calling itself a vacation and then by the fag end of it, anxiety sinks in knocking at the doors of reality.

Have you had one such phase too?