Waiting

Writing after a very,very long time. Wouldn't have but the beautiful weather urged me to pen down my thoughts. Lately I have been keeping myself busy with not just school work but a few other things that I consider to be very significant. Like walking. I like doing it alone but I don't say 'no' to people when they join. Frankly, I do ask them out sometimes if I find it absolutely necessary. I walk to keep my mind away from the regular chores. I walk to appreciate nature and I have been doing that a lot now a days. I am grateful to the master of all for creating such a lovely place for all of us. I am grateful for the sunrise and the sunset, the rain, the sky, the birds,the new leaves, the moon, the breeze, the puppies, the colourful flowers, the ponds. Pity that it's the 21st century where we mostly find gadgets and malls and superficial company worthier. The next thing that I do is visit a temple every evening. I don't usually start my day with praying but I try to devote my evenings ( almost every evening) to the Lord. I like the bliss that surrounds the idols of Radha and Krishna. I like the 'Sandhey Ararti'. I like the old men and women who come regularly to worship God. I like how they sit together in one corner in front of God for the 'bhajans'. I absolutely love it. The next thing that I do is drink tea from roadside tea stalls. Well I don't have a fixed roadside tea stall but now I know so many and the owners know me too. I drink and look at the busy life of people and try hard not to philosophise life. But it often makes me wonder as to how different people live their lives differently. The variety in living and living with problems. The same day and night for all yet so different. After the tea, I walk back home and start with my work again. It involves mostly reading and studying and sometimes making tea for my mother. With the starting of the new session, my life will change again, I am sure but hopefully with the Lord by my side I will manage it all- the politics at work, the power play, the work load. Thank God for the students. They cause trouble too but they are a breather to a soul that's old and alien. I wish to write poems for my readers here very soon. Have worked on a few in my diary but I am hesitating to share it here. This is not me, right? 

This phase of my life is called waiting. Unaware of the unknown. All I know is that I don't want things to change or materialize. There is hope, adventure and life in this waiting. Let it continue. 

Enjoy the pictures.