The journey called life
When the lights go dim
and voice stops echoing
When the screens drop down
and theatre’s start emptying
Wish you stay back
Stay back
And hold that last tear for us
For the moment we promised to call as us
Remembering the travel we did together Together through the struggles and joys
Together through this journey of life 🍂
21.08:
Often in our life we come across someone whose distinct feature gives an instant sense of inferiority. A more positive one ofcourse. This feeling is the same that keeps you glued to that stranger yearning for more and more of their presence near you.
As a good part to my mundane bus ride to work, I came across my subject of such a feeling. Lets call her Miu. Miu happened to be the aspirational character from the last book I was reading. Someone similar to what I am going to describe here.
I had always been an observer. Passive observer mind you, not a stalker. I am strictly against that. Partly because my area of observation ranges from hoardings to metro girders apart from human beings. Miu came under my viewing radar the first day itself when we both happened to be in the same bus. For the fact that Miu captured my preferred seat. Unfortunate start you see. So forcefully I had to opt the second preferred seat that was diagonally beside her. This seat provides the view of the traffic side of the route along with slight opportunity to grab a quick side glance at Miu.
The initial aspect of my aspirational beauty in picture which caught my attention was the leather laptop bag from Mokobara. Black color with golden zip running across the surface quite profoundly. No zip covers to hide the boldness of the golden bronze hint of the larger that required zipline. The bag handles were tan coloured on the inner part. Personally I despised the one shoulder hand bags. Hence going for a laptop bag which did not even have the appeal of the handbag was something you wont find in my shopping search history as well. But it definitely gives a hint of what Miu’s taste of accessories might be.
When you see someone on a daily basis, you get to know few things about the person even without sharing a conversation. One such aspect is Miu’s routine of taking a head bath every alternate day. The slight wet hair held together with a chocolatey brown scrunchie lands effortlessly through the waist. The wet yet the disciplined strands choosing not to fly uncontrollably causing any displeasure to the overall look.
One more general observation that I noticed was the sleepiness over the faces of the other travellers in same bus. If you are bound to catch the early bus that devoids you of the much needed early morning nap, then the yawn pushing its way out every now and then is not something odd. However our Miu chose to stand out here as well. Well set hair with a slight hint of blush pink lip colour. The facial skin looks well hydrated and taken care of. Tight and free of any blemishes. A subtle nose pin marking the only jewellery in her face.
Are you also someone who feel the shoes or feet are the vital organs of beauty? Atleast I do. No observation is complete without noticing the kind of footwear the person adorned. A funky sports shoe with bright catchy colours always have my undivided attention or atleast the second look. Brand or no brand, the first look matters. Over the days we have been crossing the path, symbolically here though, Miu looks quite passive about the footwear selection. White open sandals with just a bow like strap holding the fingers and leaving the entire feet exposed. The sleek toe ring announces Miu’s marital status. Once a friend quoted that by the condition of the feet or hand, you can judge the amount of time a person devotes to self. Cant disagree much on that. The feet with no marks of uncleaned unwanted dusts, well crafted nails covered with a light polish for sure would have demanded a good amount of Miu’s me-time. As for me, the me-time which I spent fantasying Miu seated by my adjacent seat is crawling to an end. The bus comes to halt at the drop location. And with that my write up for the day. ✍️
Focusing on the primary aspect: Do you still feel the inferiority seeping in or would you label this as another aspirational beauty?
As for me the lady with Mokobara bag will be a morning inspiration in the sleepy bus journey.
Have a good day 😊
18.08
Good morning to you!
With the windy weather and greyish ceiling covered over the sky, the morning is not the usual Monday-like. Must ve taken a huge inertia to drag the self outside the warm blanket. I can sympathise over that. Truly.
For me I would declare it just a morning. With no good or bad adjectives to be prefixed. Un-planned WFH which more looks like getting converted to a sick leave. Kid cranky with irritable health, I ended up performing a jagran post the Janmashtami night. Didn’t realise when the 6am alarm changed to 8am and I ended up with a WFH.
Ok Monday’s are supposed to be the reflection of the beautiful weekend that just closed. Beautiful because it carries a list of tasks that you want to do not to get paid in return, instead to keep a tab on your self capabilities. Or maybe to make you feel self worthy. Yes you can perform something outside the 9to5 job box. Either way the weekend here in picture had a similar list of tasks to be accomplished. A list as long as the Nile or maybe more. Something that when placed rear-ended to each other goes longer than the weekend itself.
Nevertheless as predicted here I am sailing through my Monday reminiscing over the unfinished tasks from the weekend and sitting on a pile of pending paid and unpaid jobs.
So back to the original question does this kind of morning even qualify to be called good? Or lets park it aside for another day, for another Monday to pass by.
For now I would like to close with the below mandala image drawn on a scratch pad paper. Lines that have a definite start and end point. Designs that are self complete. And together as they fill the space on the paper, they create a sense of aesthetically looking colour war field. ✍️
