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Archive for April, 2011

Cotton Wool

Not the nice pink cotton candy fluff one finds in the rainbow colored carnivals, those speaks of excitement, flashing strobes and merry-go-round with the clowns and rickety ferris wheels thrown in for good measure. The feets of excited children shuffling and scuffing on the sand filled grounds kick up puffs of dust around the feets thronging the place. Bursts of laughter and shouts of glee floated in the glowing atmosphere.
Nope, not that picture.
Stark white cotton wool wrapped in it’s indigo paper, resting on the shelves of an hospital emergency room. Clean, sterile.
that is what my head’s stuck with. Absolutely filled with the stuff. Cannot think properly. Cannot not sniffle. Thrown in for free, a good doze of sneezes, and THEN the nose starts running, eyes get watery.
Cannot think.
Cotton wool.

Fingerprints

Stuck in the early morn at the traffic lights, bordered by orange colored barriers, lining off the construction being done on both sides of me. I felt like I was in an orangey coocoon.
For no reason at all, i held up my hands and stared at my fingers and the fine lines on them.
The realization that the patterns on fingers of the right and left hand are mirror images of each other came like a crashing lightning bolt of realization.
With it came the slight sliding of my car. So engrossed was I with my face stuck in my hands that I almost didn’t realize that I was about to bang into the car in front of me!
The split second before I did, a man walking past, dressed in the orange and neon green colored vest, thumped on my car and jolted me out of my reverie.
Thank God for reflexes. My reflex was to slam down on my brakes. Leaving a breathing space of a squirrel between the chocolate colored car in front of me and my dear turqoise carriage. Who was the guy who thumped on my car and walked off? I didn’t even get a look at his face. But he gets a really heartfelt thank you going out to him right here.
So, thank you, orange neon green colored vest guy who thumped on my car just in the nick of time!

Narrow escape. Small mercies. Thankful chica.

Safety and comfort

Life.

Dreams. Comfort. Security.

Most often than not, this trio don’t mix.
It’s a risk losing Comfort and Security when one chooses to pursue Dreams.

But while one relishes in Comfort and Security, looks on while Dreams walk by.
Was there a sense of longing to just throw caution to the wind and run after Dreams?

Maybe.