Not the continuous Day7, but still I am happy I got the motivation.
Today, I am free after quite a long time, free and happily so.Did quite a bit of hospital hopping, guest receiving and blah blah blah.
And a blogger friend added me in FB some days back. I knew I
had seen him some where, but didn't know from where. Then he introduced
himself, so some sparks of memory came back. But he too has left the
Coming to think of it, it is difficult
to maintain a blog alive for long. I had an active network of blogger
friends, but now many of their blogs are dormant. Maybe change of
lifestyle, loss of interest, lack of ideas, many many reasons can be there. Can say that from experience
And again, nothing much to write, but planning to keep on writing , even if its the header and footter, until I come back to track.
Sleep that hits the eyes
When the shadows of the past go by
The music he played, the melodies he wrote
The musician he was, the dreams he lived
All for the joy, all for the love,
The dreamy eyes, the fiery gaze
The drunken love, the non existent smile
The stories that were told, the hopes that were made
Togther is a promise for ever
Not you,not me,both of us for eternity
The fall of seasons and the change of hues
Welcomed the unwanted visitor of fate
And when sleep comes again and so
The teary eyed lass still lays so.
So, it's the third continuous day of blogging. Good in a way, I guess it will help me get back to the track. But nothing much to write, no brilliant thoughts, no inspiring ideas. Just the usual daily stuff.
And I traveled today. Not much just a journey of 5 hours which was extended to almost 7 hours thanks to the monsoons which just hit the place. An extra 2 hours or not, I am not complaining, it's cool and pleasant over here. And for a change, you can go to sleep without switching on the AC. A big relief that is.
Rains are good, but then overdose of anything is bad. Around 2 months back, we were badly affected by these rains.It was just around 2 hours of heavy rains and winds. And the result is the whole city suffered a power blackout for 24 hours. The first of its kind ever over here.
That day was real bad. Scary actually. The winds blew harder than ever. Only the strongest and most determined greens could hold their roots. Many other trees hit the ground, roofs flew off, the scene was a bad one. The weather was so bad. So bad, that it was a day that when you really wish that all your close ones are with you, cuddled under the same roof.But thankfully, the day too passed.
I have experienced these strong winds before. . The wind echoed throughout and that sound was really creepy.It was when I was in Udhampur. But I guess, thats the only creepy memory of the place. The others are quite wonderful. My first ever colder than the coldest winters, first ever touch of snow, it was all there. I remember walking in my lawn that December night. I t was cold, really. But it was good to be outside. And then it started drizzling.
Winter rains, they are a beauty. But I still didn't go inside. Stood there for some more time, gazing at the far away mountains. That feeling you get when the cold wind strikes your face, it was awesome. Dreams, desires, desperation, all came to my mind. I think I wrote a blog that day, and I remember the ovie Holiday was running on TV.
It feels good to recollect these thoughts. Time traveling is an absolute pleasure.
And I didn't think people read these stupid ramblings of mine. But today I received a comment which made me realize someone did actually read something. That comment made me think about my old diaries.
Used to jot down a lot in them. But now I find typing more easier than writing, and its easier to carry along with you.
Not like the 8 years of diaries I have given to my sis for safekeeping. Don't know what will happen to them when she moves out. Maybe I should save them.
Can't afford to lose them, because in those pages I have stored many memories. Memories that are precious and irreplaceable..
So,I am facing the Writers Block.Not that I am a writer writer, but since writing down something is what I intend to, but fails to nowadays, I guess the usage would be apt here.
I am seriously out of ideas, no inspirations, nothing. I guess maybe it is because my life is going at a very smooth and balanced way. No high highs, no low lows. In other words boring and normal. And from this condition,arises the inability to jot down something.
Ideas do come, sometimes. Mostly, when I am almost about to drift into sleep. But then I think, tomorrow, will surely write it down. Then tomorrow comes, but then I forget about what it was I wanted to write.The memories will be vague. I will know it will be something beautiful, but then I won't know what it was.
So that's the story nowadays.
The moment just before you fall asleep is the best I feel. The mind of mine opens to many ideas. Words and pictures flow around. But the physical self finds it very hard to get up and move around and write down my thoughts.