A Solitude Evening

 

It’s 5:15 in the evening, the sun is setting down creating a hypnotising yellowish sky which can hold you spellbound towards it. The rays of last setting sun falling on buildings, ground, people and on every imperfect objects creating an illusion of perfection.

TWILIGHT.

Looking through the window, I uttered the word in my mind.

Edward, Bella and Jacob; these three names popped in my head and soon some memories from my school crept in my mind  forming a curve on the lips and eventually leaving a smile on my face. I kept that silly, nostalgic smile and continued to stare outside the window.

Finally the sun sets draping the surrounding with a black robe. I came back to the sofa and sat for few minutes soaking the aura of the surrounding. Checked my new arrival books with some gorgeous bookmarks. I brushed my hand over the cover of a book. It felt so refreshing. The scent of the pages sway you away on the land of books.

Amazing!

It’s so interesting that how some daily mundane things can excite you so much that you admire it again and again.

Till now I love reading all kind of genres. The books I am admiring now are: “The Ministry of Utmost Happiness” by Arundhati Roy, the famous broken love story of John Green “The Fault in Our Stars”, a self-help book; “The Secret” by Rhonda Byrne, and the last one “Into the Thin Air” by Jon Krakauer, a nerve wrenching adventurous story that will take you to the top of the Mt. Everest’s Death Zone.

It’s so fascinating how one can jump from one World to the other and live different characters by just switching the books. At one time you cry with a character and then again you discover yourself struggling to climb the highest peak of the Earth and living each danger with the author.

Coming back to my senses from the thoughts,I discovered myself smiling puerilely and laughed at it.

Pondering upon for 15 minutes on which book to start from all the messed up books lying on the table, at last I decided to make myself a cup of black coffee and dig dip into the book of Arundhati Roy.

Resting on an armchair, holding book on to the chest and the coffee, I looked outside the window and discovered that patches of dark clouds had been accommodated in the sky. Cool breeze is blowing and it’s less warm now. I felt good by the thought that it’s going to be rain soon.

Tomorrow will be a hectic day. I mentally checked about the completion of all the assignments and the necessary preparations for the next week’s venture.

And, Yes. It’s Done.

I felt relax.

Taking a sip from the cup of coffee and holding the book, I paused and thought about this time.

Spending time with yourself is always revitalizing. Getting lost in your thoughts, envisioning your future, swiping through the old pictures or just admiring the things you have in this present moment. These activities have some positive powers in it. It helps you in knowing yourself that eventually leads in bettering your communication and socialising skills. You just can’t get annoyed by others judgement when you accept, know and feel good about yourself. Your mind becomes clearer and make space for the better understanding of other people’s different perception and helps in dealing with the problems.

This kind of time helps you in getting rid of hatred and negativity, being the raw version of yourself and preparing for another few days of work, pretence, adjustments, compromises, fakeness, negativity but eventually getting through it all.

I sipped from the cup once again to break the trail of the thoughts and to start the book.

It’s now raining heavily. As soon as I opened the window, the rain clips attacked my face like a caged bird has been freed and hugged me like an old friend. The cool wind was making my hair go all frizzy and thus creating and ecstatic aura in the room.

“She lived in the graveyard like tree. At dawn she saw the crows off and welcomed the bats home. A dusk did the opposite.”

 I allowed myself to carry through the pages of the book and fell asleep eventually. Next morning I discover myself sleeping on the sofa, the book was lying on the side of me half open. The nature got drench with the first shower of the Summer. It was looking beautiful. I close the book and got up to face a new day with immense possibilities,challenges and hopes.

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