Muliebrity Clairvoyance

Those were the days when I sat at home lazily, clueless wondering what the future beheld whiling away time by watching TV Series, a ringing voice always found a way to reach my eardrums with exactitude conjecture. Had I listened earnestly to that voice and followed suit I wouldn't be sulking about my present like a stubborn child wanting toys.
Clairvoyance? Yes Indeed!
Nothing pleased me more than football on any given day and a game without getting hurt is a task seldom achieved. Rarely do I let my senses be disturbed by the fickle injuries. And on a dull day prior to Diwali, fate unfortunately chose to break my toe nail into a "RIGHT ANGLE"(which ofcourse required a Doc's appointment to get sorted). And to my surprise, my auditory senses had two concerned shrieks to deal with. For once all the pain vanished, to rejoice that my pain caused two souls to sound worried.The pain took the backseat from then onwards.
Now with the robotic lifestyle finding its way even into my life, contact with people is barely restrained to a few WhatsApp messages. Then arrived a day, when oversleeping took a toll out of my regular morning schedule and every act of mine was being done in hastily. My thinking capacity was hell bent on the sole thought of being punctual for that day.  My phone was the least of my priorities that morning.While jumping out of my house to reach my destination unscathed, my routine of wishing my mother in the morning hit my head. I stationed myself to catch hold of the last signal of Wi-Fi near my room to type a message just to find that in the phone, A message from my mother wishing-"GM. Have a good day!" . I stood mesmerized looking at my phone thinking about the telepathy I shared with her. I knew the day couldn't go wrong from then onwards. Mustering a smile straight from the heart, I jogged off. 

The Midas Touch

Studying for the exams, a day before has never been a stroll in the park. The thought of having a relationship with some 800 page epic of irksome codes and programs within a few hours, will have you down in mouth distressed. Being in a deadlock situation however, the mind orders the hand to take the book and the hand responds with subdued obedience. Going through the uninteresting and  monotonous lines will just cause an agony. Mustering all the powers my concentration level reaches,a pinnacle of 5 long minutes. And to no surprise, the mind digresses to a variety of topics related nothing with the weight grasped in my hands.  These thoughts entangle my brain in a web and the book fails to get my attention. Procrastination is never new and my brain commands to sway with the lazy thoughts deserting the book, just to my jubilation. After getting embroiled in the limbo of discerning notions, a stroke of hand brushes against my hair. The stroke provides an active blitzkrieg effect to my brain, my heart alludes to the fact that it is “THE MIDAS TOUCH” by my mother bringing me back to reality. 

Monsoon Blues

Through the window sill:

It is drizzling outside. Through the transparent window sill I create a race between two water droplets, with my mind occasionally drifting to the pleasant music and the meaningful lyrics of the song playing on my Ipod. The sound of the wind is still searching for a gaping hole for its complete effect to be felt, though i am still reeling under its miniscule effort.

My mind sways just like a pendulum, flashing images of an imaginary girl as soon as the meaningful lyrics takes a detour to my idle cerebrum. The first rain of a monsoon gets the same welcome from a nomad just like how a farmer welcomes the harvest festival.

The sight of a boy playing with the rain water on the highways is a sight that any photographer would love to click and any fun lover would try to control the solemn urge to give the little one some company.

As my eye lids face a battle to part ways, the climate and the scenic beauty reminds nothing other than a Mani Ratnam’s picturesque song. As I hear the last of the melancholic chords, my brain knows that it has lost the war and i doze off as i feel the last shudder of the cold air through my nostrils!