Power cut is over. I had two cups of tea during the last one hour. It is amazing, when I look up, I can see the clear sky, uninterupted by light. It is a beautiful scene. The moutain in the neighbourhood, covered with a kind of smog, is faint, yet is beautiful.
Day was boring for me. A very wierd stage of life, I don’t know what I do, why I do and what is the need to do it. I know that I am hiding from something, what I don’t know is what I am hiding from. That passion that existed in my eyes is now replaced with a blank. Loneliness is playing her games; I am letting her play them without even an ounce of desire to stop her.
Morning sea was beautiful, waves had a music, my blank mind likes it, the sound resonates with my inside.
…There are no thoughts that exist right now, except for one- what am I?
..Have a lovely week ahead.
Week 2 at my new station. Still not settled, sharing rooms, luggage still packed. It may take another 3 weeks before i open up my luggage. A beautiful place, humid, new for me but still a beautiful place. It is close to nature. People are close to reality, I like it.
When I talk with people, actually, when I try to speak with people, it is interesting and comforting, I don’t understand them and they do not understand me. I like it this way, language is not the mode, expression is, we understand other’s need and guess what them wants to know and respond.
Met two Rajkot guys yesterday, felt good. My gujarati is not as good as it was, but it felt good. ” arth nu avakash hova joiye”.
Since there are no english news papers and news too is in local language, I don’t know what is going on in the country, so, I won’t talk much of that, away from the logics of world and society, it is comforting for me out here.
last wednesday, i spent an hour listening to waves, it felt homely, if felt betterr, i felt loved. somebody still remembers me, it comforts.