I look out the open door sitting
with my laptop on a lazy Sunday noon…and I see perfection. People, young and old, are walking across my
view real busy- one of them, a middle-aged stores-person is carrying a bucket
full of clothes out to dry. I peek and observe. Briskly yet diligently he hangs
them, making space for his hard-fought results of tenacity among other
similar results which have been hanging there since a bit earlier. He is
relatively late this time by his standards. Perhaps he would be looking to make
up for the loss by spending less time in the shower. Or perhaps not,
considering how important a Sunday-shower is. Not one molecule would be left
unclean.
Some others, having finished doing
all of those things, are moving in towards the dining area to give the first
signs of ‘lunch-time’ to the cooks. And still some others, the more sensible
ones, are waiting in the T.V room. The post-lunch session of the India-England
test match is surely helping matters.
I come back to my laptop again. A
half-written poem stares at me blankly. I look around and find myself in a
half-lit room. I am surrounded by a half-finished breakfast, a half-colored
painting, a half-open jar of chocolate-chip biscuits…I have half-settled
issues! Only the door is fully open. I look out again and now I realize I’m yet
to take my shower. I want to get inspired by these people- examples of
single-mindedness. How can everything be in such perfect order? The answer is
simple… if only one is so inclined.
Back on my laptop and the blank spaces
are getting on my nerve, FINALLY! I look out the door and I see examples. I
learn a lot from these examples… I learn how to waste a Sunday!
