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Hello, readers... welcome back to my thought basket. It's been almost a month since the last post, and thank you for all the reinforcement and feedback from your sides. The response was gratifying and somewhat surprising, given the limited number of people that know the existence of this corner of the interwebs.
Efforts are underway to shift this blog from Blogger to a different and hopefully more diverse platform, meaning site updates might be a tad slower than expected - that doesn't mean you can't subscribe and keep an eye out for new posts. :)
This is going to be my first public series, my take on something that's very important in all our lives - one of the most important, if we're being honest. As always, suggestions and comments are welcome.
This quarantine has been something of a revelation so far, especially the last month, with almost no academic work to occupy oneself with. The luxury of being able to schedule your day by yourself, to work, think and eat when it suits you. It has given rise to some very unconventional trains of thought, one of which is this series.
I have been posting similar pieces (what exactly does one call whatever this is? A journal...?) on the internet for around two years now, and I've lost track of the number of times I've come across really interesting thoughts and remember thinking 'Hey this is some cool content, we should talk about it on the blog', when I'm occupied doing something else. This thought takes front seat and inhibits that place for a long time, with me thinking about it, planning it out in the head, for hours.. the point of view, tone, word selection, the lot.
Finally, when it's time to sit down and start writing, the thought is nowhere to be found - no matter how hard I think about it, or look for context clues. It's... gone in the wind, never to be found again. Thankfully, managed to cling on to this one thought for long enough to jot it down somewhere. So, here we go, then.
(Insert Title) - not a mistake, I honestly haven't come up with a title yet.
The skies were black, making the sight of the moon much more dramatic than usual. Skies this dark were something he'd never experienced before, what with smog and reflections making the night sky considerably brighter back home. For the first time in life, the words 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' made perfect sense. The grandeur was fairly intimidating.
From out here, world seemed like an entirely different place. This could have been a scene from Alice in Wonderland, or Heidi, for all he knew. Lush green meadows with tall grass patches sprinkled like dewdrops on a misty day. The afternoon air was heavy with the fragrance of strawberries and pink roses, a sickly smell of honey playing the perfect second fiddle, toning down the strong fruitiness of strawberry. The grass blades were soft to the touch, strikingly green and seemed to glow with happiness whenever sunlight graced them.
The rustling grew louder, and a flock of birds took to flight in the distance, making it a bit easier to keep track of it. The sound seemed to wax and wane as whatever was making them seemed to hesitate and backtrack every now and then, pulled forward by a want to know more about what was in store.
And thus, a friendship had begun. Day by day, text by text, it slowly grew, with guarded and careful people trying to assess, protect each other and create memories simultaneously.
He fervently hoped it would grow, that there would be more moments to watch and capture. Moments and conversations woven into golden threads called 'memories'.
(to be continued)
Efforts are underway to shift this blog from Blogger to a different and hopefully more diverse platform, meaning site updates might be a tad slower than expected - that doesn't mean you can't subscribe and keep an eye out for new posts. :)
This is going to be my first public series, my take on something that's very important in all our lives - one of the most important, if we're being honest. As always, suggestions and comments are welcome.
This quarantine has been something of a revelation so far, especially the last month, with almost no academic work to occupy oneself with. The luxury of being able to schedule your day by yourself, to work, think and eat when it suits you. It has given rise to some very unconventional trains of thought, one of which is this series.
I have been posting similar pieces (what exactly does one call whatever this is? A journal...?) on the internet for around two years now, and I've lost track of the number of times I've come across really interesting thoughts and remember thinking 'Hey this is some cool content, we should talk about it on the blog', when I'm occupied doing something else. This thought takes front seat and inhibits that place for a long time, with me thinking about it, planning it out in the head, for hours.. the point of view, tone, word selection, the lot.
Finally, when it's time to sit down and start writing, the thought is nowhere to be found - no matter how hard I think about it, or look for context clues. It's... gone in the wind, never to be found again. Thankfully, managed to cling on to this one thought for long enough to jot it down somewhere. So, here we go, then.
(Insert Title) - not a mistake, I honestly haven't come up with a title yet.
The skies were black, making the sight of the moon much more dramatic than usual. Skies this dark were something he'd never experienced before, what with smog and reflections making the night sky considerably brighter back home. For the first time in life, the words 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' made perfect sense. The grandeur was fairly intimidating.
From out here, world seemed like an entirely different place. This could have been a scene from Alice in Wonderland, or Heidi, for all he knew. Lush green meadows with tall grass patches sprinkled like dewdrops on a misty day. The afternoon air was heavy with the fragrance of strawberries and pink roses, a sickly smell of honey playing the perfect second fiddle, toning down the strong fruitiness of strawberry. The grass blades were soft to the touch, strikingly green and seemed to glow with happiness whenever sunlight graced them.
Birds chirped, a cat meowed in the far distance, ants were scuttling about, busy as always and a watermill creaked in the distance. This vacation was something he'd never forget in a hundred years. Finally, he heard what he was waiting for - a rustling in the grass, one he had come to recognise in the past few days. The stage was set.
The rustling grew louder, and a flock of birds took to flight in the distance, making it a bit easier to keep track of it. The sound seemed to wax and wane as whatever was making them seemed to hesitate and backtrack every now and then, pulled forward by a want to know more about what was in store.
And thus, a friendship had begun. Day by day, text by text, it slowly grew, with guarded and careful people trying to assess, protect each other and create memories simultaneously.
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He fervently hoped it would grow, that there would be more moments to watch and capture. Moments and conversations woven into golden threads called 'memories'.
(to be continued)
Can't wait:)
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