*Being Anonymous* I have been a dreamer always, observing random people, staying absent minded, gaping towards the distant skies. I like doing strange things too, like smelling old books, running my fingers over the tiny droplets that gather on a glass with cold water and melting a chocolate over my tongue before gulping it. My mind is never quiet. Sometimes it makes me feel as if I am in a music video when I hear soft crooning melodies in my phone on a cloudy and windy June morning. It keeps talking to me always, about the books I should read, things I should write and a lot of gibberish. The place I work is centrally air conditioned, so sometimes I remove my shoes and feel the cold granite floor beneath me, it feels great. I love tracing the innumerable tiny droplets of rain that trickle down the glass panes of my office windows. I can’t help but notice the little spark in the people I meet. Sometimes it might be their eyes, which hold a million dreams, their voices, which contain a million unspoken words or their smile, which is a gateway to their soul. I am crazy most of the times. I listen to dance hits at midnight through my earphones and try some steps myself while sitting on my bed. I laugh at random instances or jokes when they come alive with a sudden surge of memory. There are many moments when I laugh uncontrollably all alone in my room. I love making people laugh as I believe it resurrects the innocent child in each of them. Everyone is their true self when they laugh, loudly, uncontrollably without any inhibitions. I am confused too many times about too many things. A pile of books lie randomly on my bed as I love reading randomly from different books. Its almost life trying a spoonful of different cuisines one after another or having a lively conversation with many interesting friends together. I hate movies but I love books. In movies I need to see things how the director wants to show me but in books, I can choose how I want to see something in my mind’s eye, all alone. That is the beauty of reading for me. I am a confused soul. The best of it comes out when I shop. Its not that I am very miserly or something, I simply cannot choose anything without going through at least 5 samples of different products in that segment. But confusions are good, they actually pave way for better things in life. I always keep a confucheck on me, that is how confused I am in the present moment. Strangely enough, it keeps me going and adds that little hint of mysteriousness and adventurism in my life. I am devoted to compassion. I am not someone who donates a huge amount for charity and poses for a picture on page 3. I love doing my bit every day. Helping an elderly person get down a bus, giving a biscuit packet to a crying child on the street, feeding a stray dog, speaking politely, not being out rightly rude and judgmental form a daily ritual of compassion for me. I love to write. It brings in purpose to my being. It makes me happy. If there is something that I could all my life without whining, it would be writing. I love, laugh, live and wonder. An unexpected downpour makes me romantic, a delicious street food stall makes me delighted, a happy reader makes me ecstatic. I am no celebrity, no famous persona, I am a silent part of you that comes alive when you read what I write. You carry me with you and our boundaries cease to exist. I am Anonymous. I have chosen to be one. And that has given me wings to fly.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 17:06:33 +0000
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