Who am i talking to here, again?

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“Whats with you?”

‘What do you mean’

“You’ve been acting up”

‘Really?’

“Yeah, i mean you seem like you don’t know what you want in life, all of a sudden”

‘Do you?’

“Come on man. you know what i mean.”

‘Yeah yeah i get it.’

“You don’t seem in-the-moment most of the time. off late, and kind of lost”

‘You know what, that kind of struck me too. I am not sure what’s going on though’

“Something bothering you?”

‘I can’t really figure out. i sort of feel disconnected all of a sudden’

“Too much of drugs or lack of it. Which one is it?” 🙂

‘Yeah right. Shut up, man’

“Seriously man, whats up?”

‘Like if i knew what was up, i would be like this’

“That bad eh!!!”

‘One of those phases, you know, when you don’t know where it is going and if you want to feel part of what’s happening, i guess.’

“Am i reading the signs right or should i be reading more between the lines, kind of a deal”

‘Exactly’

“What if there are no signs and you are just trying too hard to look for them?”

‘How do you even differentiate, dude?’

“I don’t know, may be just not try to make sense of everything around you, perhaps?”

‘If i can’t make sense of where i am, how would i even begin to understand where i am going.’

“May be you don’t need to know where you are going”

‘i think i do’

“You don’t. You’ll figure it out when you get there”

‘Well, i can’t figure out how to get to a certain point if i don’t know where i am going, can I?’

“True. but you don’t need the route mapped out before you start, either. You will make the turn you need to, as you get to the intersection”

‘Which turn?’

“The turn you need to”

‘You are not exactly making this easier, you know’

“There are a million possibilities till you decide to chose one”

‘That kind of is the problem, isn’t it?’

“Be in the moment and, perhaps, you will see the opportunity as well”

 

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The photo by the chest

via Daily Prompt: Unseen

Placed her photo on his chest as the coffin was closed before being lowered. Some stories are better left untold; some memories are better left untouched; some pictures better left unseen.

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Written as a two-line story prompt.

The sound of silence


There I was sitting quietly, lost in thoughts. Surrounded by hundreds of people, yet aloof in a way. Random thoughts swirling in my head like things tossed around in a mid-west tornado. People talking, dancing, music playing in the background. Yet everything felt quiet. It sometimes feels like I just shut out the external world and go deep into my own.

I sometimes wonder, sitting amidst all that chaos, how my mind even does that. One moment I’m sitting there, listening to people talking around me, and then the next it’s all switched off and I’m in my head. It feels like a completely different place. It’s like changing channels on a television set. It’s like switching from watching a channel playing a crappy soap opera to an orchestra playing heavenly music. It feels good. It feels serene. 

I guess some people can just do that at will. It works out well for people like me who tend to be a little towards the introvert side of the spectrum. We cannot process too much information at a time. We need our space. Input tends to become information overload very quickly.

Silence tends to become the best friend. I tend to stare blankly,  sometimes, at nothing in particular. Not necessarily contemplating anything specific, but just staring. I don’t know if many people can relate to that kind of an act. I mean how do explain staring at a wall thinking about nothing. i’m sure it will sound crazy if you try to explain it to somebody. 😀 But then the mind works in crazy ways.


But for me, most of the time, silence is so much more tranquil and soothing in a way. Of course there is music that does that too. 🙂  Silence is soothing, ok got it. but whats with the sound of silence in the title, you ask!!! Well, its like they say for heat, coldness is just lack of heat. Its the same with silence.

Have you ever heard rainfall pounding on a tin roof, from under the roof? And then all of a sudden, the rain stops. Silence, so much so that you can hear your breathe all of a sudden. Thats what it feels like to switch off. Thats what it feels like to sit quietly, lost in thoughts.

Edited in response to the daily prompt as a first attempt – Silence