In Vacant or in Pensive Mood

Early mornings for me have always been about last-minute studying during exams, finishing assignments or catching flights - always about something to do, often to be done in a hurry. Even when my daily commute to college or work took 2+ hours, I wouldn't wake up until the last possible minute. Even after waking up, on most mornings, my dad would find me dozing off in front of the cupboard midway through finding something to wear. Well, you get the drift! During the 2021 lockdown, for the first time ever, I woke up early with no urgent agenda. No, it wasn't part of a resolution of any kind. I don't remember the reason now, but exactly on the 1st of June, I happened to wake up at 4:45 am. I got out of bed, not wanting to wake my husband, tiptoed out of the room and shut the door carefully behind me. Once outside the bedroom and away from the whirring of the ceiling fan, I felt the still calm of the morning wash over me. My heart wasn't beating fast out of the anxiety of a...

A storm raged in the sea of her heart, Rapidly flooding her eyes; The salty waters gushed out, Desperately in search of respite. Drowning in the chaos of her stormy sea Which soaked her pillow and stained her cheeks, She almost couldn't remember  What sunny days used to be. As darkness surrounded her, And her tired eyes grew heavy, She gave in, almost gratefully, For a chance to escape reality. Drifting into another world, She saw clear skies and a silver sea, Calling out to her from the far end of a stretch of sand. With the morn she rose, Determined with renewed energy. Was it the restful sleep or the dreams that lay beyond That faraway land? One to make dreams come true, She set out in search of it. Because those frothy ends of that silver sea Had beckoned her to wet her feet. Led to its shores, without a thought She went on towards the sparkling waters, Reflecting a million sunbeams that gleamed Down on her fro...

Once again, I managed to drag myself out of bed, bathe in heated water, dress up in a hurry, partially comb my wet hair, and finally rush to the bus stop at 6:45 am. My earrings and safety pins were still clenched in my fist, and the things inside the bag slung over my shoulder lay cluttered as I pulled out my ID card and wore it around my neck. The bus would be there any minute. The bus arrived at 6:50 am, and I boarded it with a smile, and waded through the aisle as I looked for a place to sit. Coming to two empty seats adjacent to each other, I dropped my bag into the first one, and slid my own self into the other one by the window. I opened out the closed window and immediately felt content as the pleasant morning breeze made its way in. Quickly, I organized the things in my bag, put on my earrings, pinned up my clothes wherever necessary, opened out my hair and combed it lightly. Then I adjusted my seat to just the right position; pushed back so that I could lean comfortably,...