Back Into Writing

After almost 5 months of hibernation in writing, I am slowly waking up rubbing my half-closed eyes. The brain is currently rebooting to load my writing senses with several glitches. All the previous posts are flashing in front of my eyes randomly as if they were from my past life. Maybe I know all those people, places, and lived in that space and time. Yawning, stretching myself asymmetrically and then just sitting with a blank mind not knowing what to write is a sign that I am at least awake now. It will take some time to start running like before as I am struggling to get out of bed. Warm sheets, soft pillow, cozy room and cool breeze flowing outside through the mountains is tempting me to stay in the bed. The sleep is complete and now it's time to be in the sunshine. I move to the side of my bed and let my feet touch the ground. I could feel myself and the ground again like I am reborn. I get up with a smile and enthusiasm. Then immediately sit down due to a head rush. The realization to go slow as I have just woken up dawned on late. I just sit there till the sunshine enters through the half-closed window curtain and falls on my face, glowing it warm to close my eyes. Breathe is going deep and slow, letting the energy get restored.

I open my eyes which is reflecting dark brown colour while looking into the sunshine just like my mother's eyes. I get up, walk towards the door to open it. I was craving to go out and look at the mountains, trees, big rocks, birds and feel that cool breeze on my skin. I grab the steel doorknob to turn which felt icy cold. The moment I turned it, there was a loud bang as if something had shattered. It wasn’t the doorknob; the sound came from the other side of the room. So, I turn back and start to walk away from the door in search of that sound. I check all the room to find nothing broken. Maybe I was dreaming as I was walking half asleep. But then again there was a loud thud on the ground and the whole ceiling shook with vibrations making the glass windows rattle. Something unusual was happening in the room. I figured the sound was coming from the bathroom. So, I opened its door and found shattered pieces of mirror on the floor, all the soap, shampoo bottles scattered everywhere. And no sign of any living being there. Before I could think of who might have done that, there was one more loud rumbling noise in the room. My attention accidentally went to the bathroom window. I was awestruck at the sight I was witnessing.

The mountain visible from the window was completely under the veil of dense fog. There was dark cover all over the sunless sky as if someone had turned on the dark mode for the sky. From the almost nonvisible scenery there came a flash of lightning piercing through the dark sky into the foggy mountain. It stuck somewhere nearby following by a clap of loud thunder and my room again gave a mighty shake. I left the bathroom in its messed-up condition and ran towards the door to go out. I was out of my room looking at the dance of mother nature. There was a hailstorm outside which had now woken me up completely from inside. Rain was falling gracefully all over the place, huge pine trees were dribbling with water, small streams were no longer small, and the ground was getting covered with a white sheet of hails. The fog was slowly lifting its veil to uncover the mighty mountains. I wondered something like fog which has a very short and ultra-thin existence could cover a mighty huge and solid mountain. Nature works in illogically magical contrasts. Fog is just like a Maya, what Hindus call an illusion. It is magnetic, hypnotizing, misleading and yet beautiful. It has a magic to cover the mighty and the eternal under its charming veil. If one trusts the fog, then they are surely heading for big trouble. I am enjoying my bit of fog and the mountain in the heart of the Himalayas.

Let me take you on the journey ahead from where I left you last time. Maybe once in a week this time, not every day.