The funny things about a bath is that with the promise of hygiene and the associated "freshness", you could still feel really dirty and stale. (Or is that just me?) I don't know whether its the product used to develop a pointless lather or the fragrance of a particular shampoo or the temperature of the water or the adequacy/inadequacy of the shower spray, it really is very difficult to get a bath right. Things get worse if you have bad skin because you just don't feel that every little speck of dirt on your body has been washed out. That way, dim lighting in bathrooms work well. Stepping out of the bathroom into an acceptable atmosphere is of equal essence. You don't need construction dust in your room, you don't need too much sunlight, you don't the blow of heat to meddle with all that toil you went through to clean yourself up. Picking a perfectly ironed piece of clothing is like after-sale service, you know, the kind that you expect your car to undergo when you send it for servicing.
Mornings are exhausting that way. More so, because I've slept my way through so many of them. But things are changing now and my stamina is slowly on the rise.
I've begun to do some volunteer work. And fortunately, its linked to music.
My dad bought these flavoured Mentos gums from Dubai and boy are they keeping me busy. I can taste Orange now even when there are no peels or nothing that matches the colour around me. Also, isn't the thought of "feeling" a colour exciting?
My parents just came back from a vacation they took to Leh. So I was made to sit down after lunch to view the various pictures that had been clicked. And like Mehvash had said a couple of days back, a still picture clicked in Leh can never be a bad picture. You just need to go place your camera and click anything to bring glory to the frame. The colours keep changing. What an effortless way to incorporate dynamism into a life which would otherwise be hopeless and dull.
I might sound very conventional when I say that I believe in a family sitting around a table and eating a meal. When my mum was out, I was getting dinner together for 4 people. And, trust me its much easier to feed people with great palettes and a good appetite. Obviously, its easier to feed them or serve them if they're all sitting together and enjoying. Save your moods for later, really.
I know I suck at maintaining a flow with most of my posts. I know I started out by reminding myself about how brilliant my day was when it began, how I'd long for a day to start with good breakfast and it had finally happened today. So progressively, I should have moped over how people around me decided to manipulate with my mood (not that the hormones weren't doing a good job at that already). I forgot about all that. That's how superfluous the mind is. Its not a watertight theory. Nothing is compartmentalized. You just need to follow the flow. Don't swim with it. Walk by its side, waver a little. Then come back to following it. With all purposes fulfilled, I am going to go watch Larry be a nincompoop when he's 40 plus. (Watch the Curb Your Enthusiasm if you don't already).
Also always remember, there are people who stop talking to you. And then there are those who block their walls on Facebook. The latter is a joke. The former always happens for that good.
