Half Century....
Sneha let out a huge yawn, as she twisted in her bed, snoozing her alarm for the nth time in a row. Pulling her blanket over her face she smartly evaded the demure winter sun rays, that had peeked into her room through the glass window panes, in a vain attempt to wake her up. Five minutes passed in a nano second, and her alarm once again tired itself out by shouting near her ears. How much she wished that she could throw it outside her window for good, but the fact that it was her dearly loved five year old Samsung A70s, that she had planned to replace only after her final exams, stopped her somehow.
Sitting on
the bed that was too cozy to leave, she rubbed her eyes, offering a short
morning prayer, wondering, if God would forgive her laziness. She loved
Sundays, but today was different….she had a night shift, which meant, she had
only half a day to herself to clean her room, wash her clothes, arrange her
wardrobe, have a proper headwash, finish her scheduled chapters and do
‘something’ productive…clearly having no idea of what ‘something’ meant. She
looked at her books stacked in front of her, and instantly regretted it.
Blankly staring at her wall that was studded with motivational quotes that were
never followed, she looked for some motivation to start her day. Her eyes came
across one that reminded her to wake up at seven. A quick glance over her watch
that read ‘8:45’ was enough to make her move.
The world
moved below her balcony, busy as always, as she idly took in the aroma of her
hot cup of black coffee. She loved the slow mornings that life had blessed her
with, forever grateful for the little luxuries like these that truly mattered.
“How
different things could have been, if they had happened the way I wanted…”
Her
thoughts trailed back to the good old days, when she was literally a different
person altogether, taking huge pride in being called a ‘fighter’, ready to
fight the never ending wars that life offered, like a wounded soldier who never
knew how to quit. And in return, all she would be left with was exhaustion……a
terrible desire to sleep, to forget everything that was going on around and
within her, to just be herself and be happy.
The
shrieking of the ambulance that just rushed past broke her chain of thoughts.
She let out a smile. After all these days, she had lost a lot….learnt a lot…and
she was no longer the same girl today. This morning, it was all about her, her
cup of coffee, her bliss. It didn’t even matter to her if she had emerged as
the victorious one or had been defeated in the battles that had once meant so
much to her. She knew she was happy….finally, ‘happy’.
Shaking
away her thoughts and an intense desire to fall asleep once again, she took out
her textbook that was long awaiting to be read for the last two hours.
“I’ll
complete this chapter today…”, she mentally reminded herself for the third time in the last three days,
that were spent going through half the first page. Today was no different and
five minutes into the first page, she decided to have an ‘youtube’ break, that
lasted for another forty minutes, finally making her decide that Sundays are
not meant for studies.
After
thirty more minutes of procrastination, Sneha finally decided to sit with her
laptop and work on that one write up that has been bothering her since days.
She knew this piece would be special to her, and probably that was the only
reason why she couldn’t find a proper idea of what to write about. Her
favourite genre was always poetry that a blend of nature and human emotions,
spiced up with heavy metaphors, but something within her had said, “Not this
time…”
Today, she
wanted to write something that would bring a smile to her readers, so ‘Life’,
and deep stuffs like that were totally out of the equation as well.
“This
has to be a little bit different…but how??...”
Looking around, she tried to draw inspiration
from everything her eyes fell upon. But from the spider resting peacefully in
the corner of her room, to the crow that had been perpetually croaking for a
reason know only to itself….everything she tried to write about seemed mundane.
And then it dawned upon her…. “Why can’t mundane be interesting as well??
Afterall, every story is somehow inspired by Life….so why can’t Life itself be
a beautiful story??”
And with
that, she began writing her story…..her own story, using her nickname as the protagonist, about a mundane
Sunday morning….how she hated waking up…how the fact that she had a night shift
made her grumpy….how she looked back at the little life she had lived and been
grateful for everything….how she had planned to study, and ended up sitting
with her laptop, writing a story about herself, and her Sunday. She had always
loved writing, but for the first time in so many years, she was what she had
always wanted to be….her own muse…
Sneha let
out a happy smile as she finished up her proof reading. The entire thing kind
of seemed kind of silly, but it never mattered anyway. This one was special to
her…..her 50th blog post at her very own ‘Rantings of a wandering
mind’. This had to be different from her usual writings, and this
definitely was.
It was time
for the final touch. After another ten minutes of brainstorming, she decided to
caption it as ‘Half Century…’
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