Monday, February 11, 2013

The untitled song

12.42 pm
I kept looking at the skies today. Cold, breezy afternoon, sun blazing, ably supported by the kind pockets of clouds above, shielding the eyes from the sun's warpath. A perfect afternoon for a day in the park. 

Yet, I kept searching. For a song. 

2.35 pm 
The afternoon siesta came to an abrupt halt. The grass rustled behind me, and in came a grasshopper. It was clearly foraging for dinner, as it was busy digging the grounds, perhaps, for some helpless grub. Unperturbed by my presence, it went away after a couple of minutes, but he startled me alright. Great, now back to sleep.

3.00 pm
The bell rang. It is time.

5.00 pm
Climbed back up again to where I started. It is becoming a chore, and I wish that one day, I will be able to break free of it. I have so many things to do, but at the moment, the smell of freshly brewed tea, and fragrant Jacobs cream crackers to go with it is all that separates the thin line between gloom, and bloom. 

6.00 pm
The cold shower drops are just the perfect tonic for a hot evening. 

7.00 pm
Listened to a reading of the evening news. It’s the same thing every single day. Bombings here, shootings there. In the midst of it all, a surprisingly humane story about a couple running their animal shelter home, out of their own savings, ekes out a smile from the neighbour, Joseph. Golf was in the news again. When are they going to show some highlights from the World Cup hockey game?

8.00 pm
A power nap that is what they call it these days. I used to call it catching 40 winks. I guess everything with the word power, just sells. So yeah, a power nap.

10.00 pm
Finally, woke up to a melody. It’s the sound of silence.
My own breathing. 

For that is all I am capable of. 

Being in coma, it has its perks. 


  1. Welcome back! I have the very song for you:

    To make life simple, can you please add the Name URL option for leaving a comment, as none of the others work properly for me.