The weather's turning warmer here. Maybe only temporarily, but the sun shines softly on the now-dry pavements. It reminds me of a musky afternoon in India. Though I'm not there, I can smell the sweet dust and feel the warm breeze cloaking me. I miss the world that I have left behind now. My good memories paint pictures of warm afternoons when the power would go out. Everyone would go outside to sit on the cot and enjoy the sun and weather. But I would tiptoe back in the house and pull close the curtains of the living room, and run to my room to grab a long piece of cloth, which to me seemed like a silky, velvety ribbon. All so I could twirl on my toes secretly, waving the ribbon around to make soft curls that would in space and time, last but a moment, dancing quietly to music only I could hear. I was fascinated by how the gymnasts in the Olympics danced with their ribbons. It was a competitive sport to them. But to me, it was the pure meaning of freedom. It was a moment of endless joy.
I wonder if this is how older people feel. They must miss their old times in the same way. But I guess time progresses, changes are inevitable. India may be no more the way I envisioned it when I was there. And neither is my vision of my future secure in America. But I'm hopeful that I can still find my peace no matter where I will be. If we keep seeking it in our external environments, it will only be hard to accept changes that life might bring to us.
I finally have that which grounds me and I have never before felt as artistically inspired as I have been feeling recently. Words weave together in my mind even without my laptop in front of me. Images of my thoughts were never before so vivid and independently formed. I am finding happiness, peace, and restfulness in my new beginnings. Just as the sun pierces through the cloudy sky and blankets of snow, so does my happiness through the rawness of this world. I see beauty in everything. I feel truly relaxed. Content. Satisfied. Happy. There is nothing more I could ask for.
I wonder if this is how older people feel. They must miss their old times in the same way. But I guess time progresses, changes are inevitable. India may be no more the way I envisioned it when I was there. And neither is my vision of my future secure in America. But I'm hopeful that I can still find my peace no matter where I will be. If we keep seeking it in our external environments, it will only be hard to accept changes that life might bring to us.
I finally have that which grounds me and I have never before felt as artistically inspired as I have been feeling recently. Words weave together in my mind even without my laptop in front of me. Images of my thoughts were never before so vivid and independently formed. I am finding happiness, peace, and restfulness in my new beginnings. Just as the sun pierces through the cloudy sky and blankets of snow, so does my happiness through the rawness of this world. I see beauty in everything. I feel truly relaxed. Content. Satisfied. Happy. There is nothing more I could ask for.
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