The Irregular In The Course Of Regularities

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 From a normal chit chat in office that I did not participate in, I suddenly realized something. I have stopped listening to music the way I used to. I tried to recall the last time I enjoyed listening to music and understanding it simultaneously. It would be wrong to say that I don't listen to music at all. I do because my husband does. But I don't actively participate in the process. This had happened once before, many many years back. I do remember that. I am not sad. I am happy but I am slowly leaving behind things that I used to term as habits. Blog writing. I did not forget it. In the past one year ten months it had crossed my mind many times. On a scooty ride, while looking at passing shops and trees and houses, I have often thought of how I have not touched my blog for a long time. While remembering my fondest memories from college, I have often missed blog writing. I could not bring myself to write it until today. Again, I would lie if I say I did not have time. I had time. I spent it reading books, or talking to my mother ( and by that I mean a proper conversation between a 31 year old daughter and her mother). I have also spent time resting in solitude which I value more than anything. Simply staring and doing nothing is probably my favourite hobby at the moment. The long nine hours shift at office ( an Ed-tech company which ranks at No 1 , at the moment) is a completely new experience to me. But this new experience is 9 months old. If there is something that hasn't changed in me, it is my curiosity to know God and his existence. If there is anything I am deeply dedicated to, it is him.

God is the sum of all the experiences that we have in one lifetime and beyond. He is that one spark, an element, that refuses to leave even when one says " I don't believe in God ". Why? The ability to have that opinion of a belief is God. He is the inexplicable force that does wonders to the and in the cosmic sphere. We live with the eternal fear of death but isn't it just one more knot that we have to untie in order to reach him? Shubh Damodar Mash to all celebrating. Take care. Until next time. 





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