You should love your work, is the mantra for successful life. A few posts back I exitedly lectured on this mantra. But somehow, now post that inspiring and buzzing time, as I am settled in the back-to-normal life, I feel getting dragged in it's dullness. I plan to do million things but only to feel tired to do anything but just lazy around reading books or watching movies. I love my work, no doubt, but that is not my final saviour, I know. With a target in sight, I will do anything to achieve it but there is more to Life than work.
I sit here and while everyone at home has left for shopping from which I have excused myself. As I see the sun setting, I listen myself sigh and see my heart seeping into the melancholy of this sad city evening. Thoughts rush through me. Why can't this evening be a colourful, beautiful and memorable evening. Why can't it be for an empty street waiting for a stroll. Why can't it be for sitting in some wicker chair in veranda and maybe watching a river flow by. Why can't it be for lying on the cliff staring the sky which is cloudless and beautiful blue. Why can't it be for a calming surrounding free of all the noises, so that I can hear myself, clearly and don't have to push hard why all these thoughts are flowing out. I want to know but these noises, inside and outside, just don't let me. Will it be like this, forever?