Musings of a Coper

There are times when the images of the silver screen on our phones entangle with its soft melodies and create a charm of affection for people in our hearts, making us scurry to look for resembling memories in our hearts with these loved ones. Haphazard haste follows in our being to look for those moments of warm fondness before the next scene occurs in few seconds and the moment is lost in the time lapse. If we fine none, we fall back on our resemblelance of the emotion potrayed. One may recall their micheivous grin or an innocent smile, the way the innocently sleep like a babe or may be just the way they made us feel better merely by their standing presence, giving us strengtht during our hardships. In an emotional wave we may call them up, missing them, missing what we recall of them. If they can receive the call, two things may happen - either they pick up or we realise jarringly, our succour is in our palms.

I sit in the verandah with almost blooming plants yearning for a gentle wind, slow Bangla music in in my ears trying to recall a part of me that seems long forgotten. The caressing breeze brings solace but cannot allay the knot that has crept into the soul.  I cannot make peace with the bitterness gnawing and growing in my heart. The turbulence of mind from the expectations of family and obligations of work vibrates too loudly -thud thud- in the heart that only wants some beautiful pure silent calm to compose the mind. The swirling mix of music and smoke slowly instills courage for another day probably cut short. Ah! There's the awaited gentle hugging breeze, it envelopes me with hope. There are so many stories budding in the skin, sore with the mosquito bites.  With the healing words written in these thoughts, I invite Monday again. Time to apply some aloe gel on the bites.