Thursday, June 24, 2010

Moments

Thursday, June 24, 2010



Life at times seems quiet and serene.

There are lots of people around you. So is a lot of noise and talk. You can't seem to hear it though. Its a mad rush of people moving around you, their words seem more like actions. Actions, which are not supposed to make any sense without the words, but seem to have an uncanny symphony to it. Slightly confusing it is. The slightest noise seems to affect your attention. And then at times like this, the noises are nothing more than just... noises. Curiosity smiles at how the mind works.

These are interesting times. You are trying to plan something in your head. Something which is more than just mere looking into the future a few days. Something a lot more special, in a way. People around you stop by, only to laugh at you, maybe. But you know, what you are working on is much beyond their understanding. It would be wise of them to just sit back and watch. When will people realise?

This careful captivation reminds me of a time in the past. The spring of '06. February to be more precise. The beauty of the events, each independent of the other, yet in a complete concert, was a pleasure to live through. These are not just mere memories. They give you a sense of hope. Something that you try to find in people around. Foolish, actually.

These are times I look forward to.

(PS: Life has changed a lot ever since my last post in Expressions. A big Hello to all my Blogsville mates. Hope everyone's doing great.)

2 Thoughts on this Post:

Cinderella said...

I don't think that's foolish at all - what so ever level be it put in.

I can totally relate what you said about ppl standing by and laughing, thinking you're nuts, but you keep going at it nonchalant of it all. Ppl should really know better than this. But ppl dont, so what do we do, we turn a blind eye n a mute mouth.

Loved this whole perspective babe. And very glad to be reading you again.

starry said...

Nice to see you back.

 
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