Greetings From Trashiyangtse!
When I sleep little earlier than usual, I woke
up little early. Isn't that little obvious? Little early as in 2:47 am, then I realized
I am starving with 'too scared to walk three steps' to grab something to eat.
As I deny my stomach, my mind starts a serious marathon of all worst possible
horror movies I watched and ghosts stories I remember. I feel creepy fingers at
my back, ready to strangulate and choke me. The heaviness in heart get clogged
in throat. Shortness of breath, stagnates life and the vulnerability at its peak.
I can hear distant yet clear barking of dogs, to my relief. Then I realized I
like noise better than the silence. Ironically, silence is the loudest thing I
can hear, exceptionally wrecking my nerves.
In the wee hour I thought of all the thoughts
swirling on my mind flourishing with the memories of yesteryear, nostalgic of
those precious moments, forever sealed in heart. The moments faded in the chaos
of life but something precious always remain buried in us. Then I begin
the dissection of my likely future, not so pleased with where it is headed. Preoccupied
with past and future, I was letting pass my present. I tamed my heart to
concentrate on moments; the complete silence, total blackout and chaotic mind. The
silence was broken by the chaos in my mind, the darkness conquered by the dawn
of hope awakening in my heart. The shimmering hope was blazing with the positive
thoughts I fed. It was in the darkness, I saw my soul clearly.
The chaos settled eventually to get replaced by
the serenity of the moments of isolation from the world. In the process of
building a shelter, I am building myself scratch by scratch and inch by inch.
Then I took my phone, dialled and I am greeted by
sleepy voice “Hello! Isn’t little too late to call?”
“Not late to miss a person and let know.” I
hear myself crackling with the million smiles.
