Note to myself on the road.

There is a truck on the right waiting to take a turn. But no car seems to be giving it the space to turn. Instead, in fact, the cars seem to speed up as soon as they see the truck trying to make a u-turn. The cars seem to be in a hurry even if not really so. They just want to cross and not get stuck in waiting behind the truck.

Each car speeds up, the driver anxiously looking at the truck as if pleading to let me just pass by first.

We halt. Pause. And let the truck pass by. It takes us two minutes of pause. As we stand and witness, the truck swiftly makes the turn that it had been wanting so.

There are people, experiences and moments in life which happen to stand at their crossroads. Dangling and lingering back and forth hesitant yet inevitably in a situation where they have to take a turn. They don't mean to cross your path or make you waiting. But life just happens so to give you a choice of either letting them intersect and help them pass or just speeding up and moving on with your own life.

Waiting behind the truck for two minutes cost me two minutes delay from the destination I had felt I was set on arriving. But when the truck does pass, I see the road clear ahead of me.

There are times when life expects us to give space. Incorporate pauses and halts which may seem uncomfortable to the otherwise fast paced motion of mine. But they tend to make us more humble. More patient. They tend to make us more considerate.

If every car driver on that road would only think of itself letting pass first and not wanting to pause/give space, eventually, sooner or later, the truck may forcefully make its way through compelling you to slow down; while more and more traffic clogs behind it each arriving at its cross roads.

I am not sure if I make sense, but the point is. Slow down. Look to your right. Is there as a person, emotion, experience, occurance hesitantly waiting at its crossroads? Pause your life and let it pass through yours. Trust me and believe me, you will find a clearer, smoother road ahead with a more patient and wiser you. It is only logical.

Home

It has been a while since I wrote. As months pass by, as I move, evolve and get busy with obsessively learning new things to adept and adopt, this place stays here in silence. Giving remote peace and visited so seldom.

Today, after really long, I found myself standing by this window again. Here, right here. This window. With the glimpse of Shell's guard distantly in the background, that car, that stillness of this hour. Everything is just so absolutely the same when I stand here again at this window today.

Strangely enough, I have stood by this place gazillion times. I have cried, sobbed, laughed, giggled, painted, scribbled blogposts..all by this place. I have thought and arrived at some of the most important decisions of my life, here, by this place. Every decision has taken me on a journey.

Today, standing here, after nearly one year, I find myself lost again. Staring at my posts, I wonder who was it in me that wrote. Standing here and struggling to paint, to scribble, to define the serene stillness and silence of a company of one here, I am left dumbfounded. Perhaps, finding myself here is an indication to stir within. The thoughts, the realization of the time. Of this time, to get up and decide forward. To move. To learn.

This window is so much like my blog.
Both haven't changed. And in the midst of busy lives everywhere, I stand here still, cherishing the moments of painful Change. Realizations are painful. Realizing that time flies is somewhere somehow intensely painful as well. Realizing your struggle and disconnection from your own window, your own writing is painful too. But in this pain somewhere, somehow, still stubbornly lies the familiar. In all the change of moments, there still somehow lies a figment of what has been us.