On yet another random spate of imagination, she decided to write. Yes, she decided to compose an anthology of short stories with “Survival” as the underlying theme to it. In an attempt to first study the works of established authors, she started digging into the neatly arranged bookshelves in order to come up with Maxim Gorky, Guy De Maupassant, Jeffery Archer & a personal favorite, Jhumpa Lahiri.
Wow! Eat Pray Love catches her attention at an obscure corner and as always, she picks it up and reads through the carefully penciled lines, with a remark or two, reminding her of the blissful yesteryears. Attraversiamo ~ Let’s cross over! How many times has she said that to people & how many times has she been reminded of the memorable train journeys made in the pursuit of love! She hurriedly picks up the books and shuts the aluminium almirah in order to let go off another emotional getaway!
As she rummages through the larder to find something to eat, rather to find something to give her company- boy! did somebody coin the term emotional eating? Well, they have the most faithful ambassador with them now! Cheese spread, if not anything else. Mommy sure has everything else stacked away in fear of her daughter turning into a giant sized panda and not finding someone to marry her! *Smirks*
Is marriage the sole purpose in life? Why can’t I be like Carrie Bradshaw(refer: Sex & The City) who goes for holidays to exotic locales, is a drop dead gorgeous female even at 40, mind you single at that & a successful writer too? Maybe, because I might as well be Michelle Obama, married to the love of my life! *Wishful Thinking*
Did the careful she turn into a subconscious I?
Disclaimer: This piece is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any cat/dog, either living or dead,let alone a human, is purely coincidental & unintentional.
Why can’t I go on a yoga retreat & rediscover myself through a sattvic pursuit of kriya & discipline? Yea, talk about getting up at 2 in the afternoon * Self ridicules*
Immediately connects to the World Wide Web( God bless the ingenuity of the mind who created it & made me a social network addict). Google search——-Yoga retreats in India—Result—Tureya Ashram in Kodaikanal—looks good. Gives me a queasy feeling. This is where I should be. Ohh turn that off and try meditating at home! No…first get that darn sleep cycle right!
She picks up the “Interpreter of Maladies” & reads about the tales of separation and love, of the quaint Mr Pirazda & his seven daughters, getting their hair braided and setting out for school.
Seven ages of men
“Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school”
Shakespeare talking about men and women merely being players having their “exits and entrances”!
The journey to becoming a writer will be an interesting one!