Saturday: 6th March 2021; 1:45 pm
This is very unusual; I cannot believe that I am getting bored. This is probably the first time I am getting bored, or may be its first time when I am admitting to realize, that I am getting bored. I have never felt leisure to be so strange.
It is not that I don’t have anything to do, I have got chores to handle, things which needs my attention, but for this very moment I don’t feel like getting involved with any of that. It’s been almost 3 hours since when I was lying on bed surfing my phone, trying to cover up my academics, trying to sleep, but nothing seems like working for me. Don’t know whether this weather is such, which is making me lazy or it’s my own mind that is resting in some different state.
Sitting in the balcony garden, having the stool in my lap, on which the paper and pen is placed, writing whatever is coming to my mind.
Here I can feel the warmth of the sun, hear the sounds of the neighbor doing their chores, fan running in the back room.
Hmm! I thought I can write great, but it is not that much easy as it seems. If I talk about my mind, I am in state where it seems it is sinking somewhere in numbness. It’s like putting your finger in slime and leaving it there. Now I am surprisingly numb and silent. So silent that I am able to hear my own breath, I am able to feel the fragrance of the warm wind.
The point which is making me think is that I don’t usually get bored. In fact I don’t even remember the last time when I felt being bored. I normally keeps on doing something all the time, and even if I get leisure I will do nothing but don’t ever get bored. Or for any fraction of time even if I got bored, but it’s sure I have never realized it.
That’s all for now will continue later…
~Psycho Parinda
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