Wandering Thoughts

What was your id again?

I haven’t forgotten your name

But since your id isn’t your name

I have forgotten

I used to scroll through:

Your profile

Checking on what you must be up to

Didn’t really say much

Coz you don’t post much

Just as you used to never tell much

Has it been this long?

Even my search history doesn’t remember your id

I have changed my id

To my name

Well, I made it today. I made it after a heavy lunch. Not good but still better.

Today is yet another day to fully be present in the moment.

Sharing all the kindness and love.

Well, I showed up for 3rd day too! I am updating this post from the same station but from the opposite far end from where I was yesterday. Getting on to the train from this end will ease my exit from the change terminal. My train is in 8 another minutes as I update this blog.

It seems and feels like a fine weather. So, I am filled with fullness. I am deciding to show up to my best and do my best wherever and whatever I do every single moment. This moment I am here! Completely!

Sharing abundance of kindness and being present in the moment.

Today is yet another day to live life to the fullest. Show up to what you really want to show up to. Don’t keep putting away things. We are here together.

Well, I am updating this post from a train station today. I made it today too! Cheers to myself. Cheers to the 2nd day of walking many few steps.

I was talking with my friend the whole time I was walking and jogging. I am way too early for my train today. I had to wait around 20 minutes. May be I could have gone to the third station which will take me another 20-30 mins. Anyways, let me rest that idea for tomorrow.

As always I share with you overflowing blessings and kindness. Today is yet another day to living life to the fullest.

Well, I am updating this blog in the train while on my way to work. My train journey is quite long. It is 38 minutes long ride excluding another 10 minutes after the train change in another terminal. So you can say it is time enough to update a blog, read a book, listen to music, do some meditation or take a long nap after a long hour night sleep. I am either reading or mostly taking a long nap. I used to set timers when I started, but now I don’t even require a timer to wake up at the end of the journey (tell me about adaptation 😆). Today I am trying something different than my normal journeys, but I may read the book if I finish this update and still have some time left on my hands (laps/any part of my body).

Well, I just realised that I keep starting my sentence with “well” for couple of times these few days. Well (here again), I have been gaining weight! I wouldn’t mind if it was the weight I put to be healthy but it is unwanted fat that is storing in my body. Of course I know the cause: lots of eating (I don’t like to mention it as overeating), laziness and many more. Those two are the most prominent in my case. I have been telling my friend on this matter, needless to say he sees it 😜

He was suggesting I take a run from home to the next station, the next station from which I usually walk to. I agreed to it at first go. I thought it didn’t sound so bad for an idea. Ideas are exciting and easy but it is the application that requires showing up and really doing it. The map shows that it will require me 33 minutes to reach the station. So I head-started it today. Guess what? I even caught the train earlier than my usual one. It isn’t so bad for the first day. Looking forward to second day.

See, I am already at the end of my blog and I still have sometime. My book is already ready on my laps. Good day peeps. It is yet another day and another life to live life to fullest.

P.S: sharing overflowing positivity and blessings everyday

I know the beauty of a wall that holds a flower. I know the struggle of the flower that climbed to the wall. And I know a hand that planted and built the wall. I have seen the flowers bloom on a wall. The dusty wall with flowers. I call the wall, the flower wall. The little boy, as little as two years walking in the neighborhood stops to observe the flower wall. I don’t know what goes through in his tiny developing brain. Or does he wonder too?

The flower wall makes me wonder too. It makes me wonder in spring when the wall is filled flowers.

I am thinking of some lines

With no actual intent of writing

Many thoughts are flowing

Particularly, right now

The songs that are playing in my ears

Some beats my head a shake

Others don’t really

But I listen to all

Neither skipping

Nor repeating

I was thinking of a line as this

“Myself in me”

Until I came to a train stop

Until two ladies and a boy

In their pink and black overcoats came in

The one in the pink must be mother

And the one in the black must be mother’s mother: Grandma to that little boy

Who must be around 5 years

Of many thoughts today

That was running with the flow in my mind

Came to a distraction

And I actually I wrote this.

This if you call it a poem

Or if you don’t: a distraction.

I am distracted with thoughts

Things that doesn’t require understanding.

Some sing the cow goes “baa” while some sing the cow goes “moo”. We may say and hear things in the language we understand from, but I haven’t met someone with different language for laughter and cry. At the end of the day, aren’t we all looking for the common language? That we cry less and laugh more. In the little things we do and bigger dreams we want to achieve. Deriving a bit of laughter and happiness even from the flowers on our sidewalks.

P.S: A post inspired from a conversation with friends on the evening walk.

I prepared the dish you shared me a recipe of. My friends and family says it is savory, sweet with bit of tanginess and a kick of spiciness at the end. They were asking me for the recipe and I hesitated. You didn’t hesitate when I asked you for the recipe. I told them it tasted better when you cooked it. Since I tasted the dish you prepared, I knew it for sure that yours tasted better. Did you leave out an ingredient or two while sharing the recipe? Or was I imaging and dreaming over your dish to taste it better? Yes, I was building our homes and family over your single dish that you cooked for us in our long time together. I thought it was unusual, you cooked that day.

I remember the dish you prepared for that day, actually it is hard to forget. With just one mouthful scoop of the dish, it tempted me to ask you for the recipe. I wanted to describe the dish at length, but since I am not good with words I left it to “WOW”. I was at the doorstep, unable to subside the burning urge to ask you for the recipe. Instead of saying bye at the doorstep, I blurted “Would you share the recipe with me?” With your crooked smile and a nod, you gave me the recipe. Without a hint of hesitation you gave away your favorite dish’s recipe. I felt special that day.

I couldn’t prepare you the dish you gave me the recipe of.

P.S: Was inspired from a dish cooked by a friend today.