We were made to meditate in class. Imagine your favourite spot. Imagine you are floating up to the skies. Imagine you are diving into the sea. And of course what you see through these realms.
This is what I saw.
Disillusioned about favourite spot. A flutter of images first, nothing clear, just strips of dark and light like a flip book. The flutter slows down. I see some images now. Still no one single image. Some pictures light up every now and then. Constant movement. Dizzying. Pictures from different places stick. Bedroom window sill, rotund, sameer balcony, Boston drawing room couch. My mind travels frantically hoping to find something that can be its anchor. Seems impossible to find. Now drifting away from places. White noise, disturbance. Now asked to leave your favourite spot and float up to the skies. This is much more comforting. Float up readily, easily, almost quickly. No pressure to belong. Freedom to wander. Now gliding low over calm seas. Dive under water and find my calm. I see my parents sitting on the table by the window, sipping on tea. They don't seem surprised to see me. It's like I never left. I see Rahul on the couch. I smile. I wake up.
Exhausted.
Disillusioned.
The hunt for the anchor continues...
2 comments:
pick me, pick me!
even I want to hide in clothes rack in store and jump out at people screaming 'pick me, pick me'. but not that easy bubba.
it is a silent bat, bubba :D
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