This is a truly random one, unlike my other posts which have been triggered by something incident or emotion or the other.
It is a beautiful Monday morning as I step in to my office, earlier than I normally do. The cool air is mostly still, due possibly to the moisture that yesterday's rains have left behind, like some residue that they did not manage to shed in the time that it was here.
It was wet and rainy most of yesterday. The breeze is very light as it seems to make no headway against the humidity that seems to push it back like a thick wall.
Shards of sunlight stream in through the gauze-like mosquito net shielding my window, into my office, that is set a yard or so below the road beside which I sit. They make strange but beautiful patterns on my light English coloured wooden desk as they try to cut through thin blade like leaves of the plants outside my window. The top of my desk looks like the back plane of a kaleidoscope in continuous motion.
The whole place has a serene quiet to it, as my colleagues must still be gnashing their teeth or simply sitting back in resigned stoicism in their cars, as they navigate the dystopian traffic of Bangalore. But I know that very soon it will cease to be so, as we all busy ourselves with the action for the day or the week.
I wonder if we all know why do what we do. Ironically, ss the man who is supposed to lead them I am not sure I do.
I do not know what the day will be like, much less the week. But whatever it is going to be I will cherish this moment of soothing tranquil. Thank You God...for this moment.
Nanni....Namaskaaram..
It is a beautiful Monday morning as I step in to my office, earlier than I normally do. The cool air is mostly still, due possibly to the moisture that yesterday's rains have left behind, like some residue that they did not manage to shed in the time that it was here.
It was wet and rainy most of yesterday. The breeze is very light as it seems to make no headway against the humidity that seems to push it back like a thick wall.
Shards of sunlight stream in through the gauze-like mosquito net shielding my window, into my office, that is set a yard or so below the road beside which I sit. They make strange but beautiful patterns on my light English coloured wooden desk as they try to cut through thin blade like leaves of the plants outside my window. The top of my desk looks like the back plane of a kaleidoscope in continuous motion.
The whole place has a serene quiet to it, as my colleagues must still be gnashing their teeth or simply sitting back in resigned stoicism in their cars, as they navigate the dystopian traffic of Bangalore. But I know that very soon it will cease to be so, as we all busy ourselves with the action for the day or the week.
I wonder if we all know why do what we do. Ironically, ss the man who is supposed to lead them I am not sure I do.
I do not know what the day will be like, much less the week. But whatever it is going to be I will cherish this moment of soothing tranquil. Thank You God...for this moment.
Nanni....Namaskaaram..
These words say it all: "Thank You God...for this moment."
ReplyDeleteHappy to note that, Sir!