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Quarantine Musings #4

” गजब का है दिन, सोचो जरा
ये दीवानापन, देखो जरा
तुम हो अकेले, हम भी अकेले
मजा आ रहा है, कसम से, कसम से “

Someone in our neighbourhood is trying to make our Sunday afternoon pleasant by singing such old Hindi melodies on the karaoke. I cannot see the person who’s singing, but the selection of his songs are enough to let the Bollywood buffs come spilling out from inside all of us. We’ve heard him sing earlier in the last week, a couple or more times, during our dinner. But today his volume was a teeny bit higher so we could hear him even more clearly.

Do you have any such stories of lockdown in your neighbourhood- wherein you notice people around you are doing something that’s out of the ordinary?

— Suri


What are Quarantine Musings? Just some random, trivial, light-hearted (or maybe even deep?) thoughts that pass through my mind during these lockdown days.

Missing.. 

I want you to sit besides me today.

I want you to pat my back and tell me to get up, to dust off the sorrow, to make way for light.

I want it to be like it was, in those days, just you and me, together forever. But of course, forever is a lie.

I want to tell you all those stories that you’ve missed out on.

I want to share with you anything and everything.

I want to relive the past with you.

I want to see you, to touch you, to feel your body rub against mine.

I want to play with you again, like we did then. Then. It feels so long and gone now.

Perhaps, now should’ve been a beginning to a new life, a new era. But I just can’t feel it.

All I want is to feel comforted by your presence. I want to wrap myself up in your fur once again. 

I’ve always resented change and you know it so well. I can’t handle change. And the change wasn’t even normal. It was large. It was EXTRAVAGANT!!

Yes, it was my fault to not be by your side when you needed me the most. But baby, I’m sorry, can you forgive me for that? It’s too much to ask for, but I know that you’ve got a very big heart. An heart unlike mine. So much unlike mine, my dear.

I want to see you again…..
– Suri 

Note: This piece of writing is about my dog who passed away a few years back.

Love Birds

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          The nervous brushing of shoulders at first, the quick glances in those delicate jet-black eyes in a while. He pulled her a little closer, straightening her curls. Their fingers intertwined themselves, finding comfort in the mess! The sweet odor, the smell, the scent then followed, taking her into some better world. The wink was..
It was magic. It was magic that cannot be explained into words. It was something that needs to be felt. To be enjoyed. In the moment. At the moment.  The slightest rubbing of fingers, tickled her into joy. The slowest crash of their eyelashes, made her drunk in love. But the hug, always the hug; woke her up from this pleasant, romantic dream! 😛

– Suri

Your Eyes!

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When I see you, I don’t merely look into those sparkly blue eyes of yours..

I look past them, I look at the deeds you’ve performed;

I look at the honesty you’ve shown;

I look at the hardships you’ve faced;

I look at the warmth in yourself;

I look at the curiosity, the knowledge that you so eagerly seek;

And then, I look at my own reflection in your eyes..

And the love you have for me!

– Suri

Liberation.

And then, one day, all I want to do is to sit down on my bed, with a giant handkerchief with all the doors closed. And then start crying. Start crying out really very loud. I want to let it go. Let all the tears that have burdened my eyelids – by accumulating in there – just flow away!! I want them to fly far, far away with their wings.

I would let them form deltas while streaming down the path from my eyes towards the nose and the cheeks and then finally pulled down by the law of gravity. I wouldn’t actually mind if they wish to form estuaries or river basins or even seas for that matter, instead of the deltas. They are free to do so. I wouldn’t wipe them off until and unless, really necessary!

All I want to do is to set those tears free. Free them from the twin cages that they had occupied themselves in; thus, spoiling my vision and keeping me away from my destination. Tears which led me into an illusory state, into a secluded world of my own. Whereas, every other thing or place only resembled like a Dark World to me, where I feared to step in.

Not that ‘Dark’ translates into anything negative or bad. It only means the absence of light. But, my tearful eyes couldn’t even see things in a lower light; let alone be a Dark World! I need to find such a day for myself. I would call it the day of Liberation..

– Suri

What Next?

We walk, run, jump, neglect our health and happiness so as to fulfill the task at hand. We do this in an expectation of a better ‘tomorrow’. But when that ‘tomorrow’ actually arrives, we ask ourselves, “Is this all that I needed to see? Really? What Next? ” The future only manages to keep us going. It is our ‘present’ that sustains us!
– Suri

A Caged Bird

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She felt like a Canary in a cage. She tried spreading out her wings; but, at one particular stage, her wings hit the bars of the cage and the cruel reality – of her being trapped inside, within a certain boundary – came to show it’s face.

Disheartened, she recoiled, put down her head and sat at the corner. Dreaming about the day, when she would finally manage to set foot outside her boundaries, spread her wings out wide and fly high above the skies!

– Suri