I sat idle clutching the handle of my coffee mug with tea in it. I recalled the last time I had a beverage without the company of a gadget, laptop – bookmarking pages, or phone – scrolling through short videos. The last time is unknown.
This evening. I sat clutching the coffee mug with tea in it and listened to dad secretly humming to Alka Yagnik’s classics, children’s finding joy in confusing screams, the sounds of cute pups playing a little harsh, and noises of vehicles. fast and furious.
And sounds that surrounded.
The significance of unmoving. The hidden meaning in suspended thoughts. The pleasure in the chaos. The art of believing. The pain in acceptance.
My therapist once said I had fears of missing out. This evening, I realised what and how much I am missing out. A pause in between and what a change?
//of reflective evenings and dimmed light//
Documenting the stream of consciousness in my little corner of the internet.