I bring with me this year..

It’s been a year! A year since I have put pen to paper (or, in this case, finger to the keyboard). Some may say I am lazy. Well, if lazy means sitting on my behind and staring into the oblivion, then, so be it.. This shedding light into the white space seems to get more complicated as the minutes, hours, days and months go by. This year, I promise myself (with a deep breath) it will be different. Different not only in the true sense of the word.. but, different in a way, where its own definition needs to be written down in a journal bound by an elastic rubber band of baseless truth, mushy courage and infinite space.

This play with words has indeed made a run for my money. Not that I had any in my bank to begin with. Still, losing something that one didn’t have in the first place is equally disastrous. This business of not jotting down that precise moment where a curse word, loving mention and momentous pause occurred has indeed lead to a void. A year-long void at that.. Where, a book, poem or even a phase could have been built. Finding the right word to fit in this gap has not been very fruitful. Gone are those days where there was a spring in my step and a hop in my thoughts.

I ask myself now.. Why this long gap. And, that’s where a great saying comes to mind – “An Idle Mind Is the Devil's Workshop”. If truth be told, we all do go into this lethargic mode once in a way. This slumber on our hammocks, with the breeze playing faintly with your sand-filled toes and this holiday-mood that seems to takes it time leaving our relaxed mind. And, when such a moment arises, where here I sit at my desk, staring at my oddly-collected pile of postcards, post-it notes and toys, I find a revelation. A revelation that, yes, I do have it in me to complete something. Complete this work which started not so long ago, but which had enough dust covered on it that could make a sage blink his eyes twice.

Yes. This is going to be the year, where I find myself through its pages. Pages filled with dreams, travels, flowers, love.. It may not take a lifetime to find the way, but it could take an hour to fill this blank sheet of paper. I may be half-way there, but there is still that thought in me.. The thought that keeps making an endless scratch on my mind.. Capture Life.

To find joy in a tiny grain of sand, to find love in the dew drops of a petal and to find happiness in the hand that holds the TV remote.  Yes. This.