Getting Back

He walked with nervous anticipation… his hands hanging awkwardly by his sides… his fingers felt like forgotten acquaintance – their movements a vague memory of a subconscious past. He trudged slowly to the farthest room of the house – the place he called his haven amidst madness. Did he still belong? Would he still match up with the sanctity of his refuge? The thought had held him back for weeks. But he had to try, or what was he but another mortal drowning in the sea of life? He had to try… he took a long breath and walked towards the closed door.

One step after another, the door got closer. He held the knob and gave it a twist. It felt like before, but as the tiny dark room showed itself, the hesitation resurfaced. At the centre sat a chair and his violin lay on it, just like he had left it a few months ago, before the accident, before the physiotherapy. He stepped in the room, the door clicked shut behind him. The dwindling light of an impending dusk filtered through the curtains making the shadow of the chair longer, beckoning him.

He held the violin in his hands and sat on the chair, adjusting his spine to its curves. The grip of the violin evoked a flood of memories; his fingers found their purpose again. Holding it in one hand, he strummed a few strings – the awkward spurts of sound brought a smile to his face. Arching his back, he held the violin between his left shoulder and chin and lifted the bow to playfully draw a few strings. The resulting clumsy sound, made him laugh like a child. Nervous, anxious wave of energy ran through him… he had not lost his way after all… It would take a while, but he still belonged… and that’s all that mattered.

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This is a tribute to my blog; I am getting back to writing with the same trepidation as my MC.

It feels so good to write something again! It’s like finding my equilibrium in a way no form of meditation ever can.

Love to all!

Cheers,

Parul

And while you are at it

Dear God,

Can you give me some sunshine to soak in?

And while you are at it, can you please give me an umbrella so I don’t get too tanned?

And while you are at it, can you also give me a nice breeze so I don’t get too sweaty?

And while you are at it, can you also send some occasional clouds to keep it interesting?

And while you are at it, can you also bring some greenery and a waterfall somewhere closeby?

And while you are at it, can you also send some colorful birds chirruping in the sky?

And while you are at it, can you send the best of your people to give me company?

And after you do all of this, can you please give me some time to enjoy your blessings to my heart’s content? Even if you don’t give me everything, or not the exact same way as I wish, dear God, I beg of you, please don’t rush me!

On Life and Work…Well on Work…

Consulting is interesting. It engages you and indulges you and before you even realize, it sweeps you off your feet and into a whirlwind of unknown and untested. Never quite felt at home with what I was doing before.

There is no method to the madness and the comedy of errors has no end to it. It keeps you on the edge, makes you split your hair at times, and hits you where it hurts the most. But as you get used to the stink of the mess that’s around you, you do notice the faint sweet smell that lingers in the vicinity. Then it’s only a matter of time before that faint smell becomes the mainstream focus and the stink takes a backseat.

I also think that it’s Karma on fast-track. You get what you give and sooner than you know it. Even if you escape the direct heat by planning a quick exit strategy from the scene of crime, there are ways and means by which it gets back to you and hits you as hard as you deserve it. Hasn’t happened to me yet, not so much Bad Karma perhaps (not yet at least)!

I leave you with a song that has made me think of a new story every time I listen to it. But I haven’t even come close to penning down a single one of them. And I came across this song last year! So, this also serves as a shameful reminder of my procrastination! (But I haven’t given up on myself yet. I might just write a story and re-post the song with it.) Hope you enjoy the powerful voice! I just love it!