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Driving by….

Mornings are like most mornings for any of us…start slowly and then build it all up to a crescendo…jump onto the bike or hop into the car and speed up. Right up to the time you hit the first traffic jam!

Phew! I guess that’s when you slow down and take that first breath. Look around, realize that it’s a different time zone and light effect you are looking at.

It was exactly one of those very typical mornings for me today as well. A little more than most, because of my lack of sleep! Driving by on the road, feeling a little sleepy, wishing that it was Sunday rather than Friday. A very blissful zombie like state of existence very hard to describe but very easy to understand :-)

Took a turn onto the inner ring road, my usual route to work…and just woke up! In the midst of all that traffic, all that smoke, the continuous haze that seems to hang over the area (maybe its all the negative vibes generated by road rage…OK that’s for another time!) …I suddenly noticed a splash of lavender and lilac colors.

Sometime back I had spotted some roadwork being carried out on the dividers that span the entire stretch of this road. It was quite sometime back and I hadn’t really noticed any other activity since…a reason that made me forget that entire activity…until today!

The whole stretch of this divider seems suddenly to have burst forth into life! All those creepers or plants planted months back…all seem to have bloomed together at the exact same moment. The splash of color, the vibrancy, THE LIFE…it all seemed unbelievably beautiful!
Guess that’s all it takes really to start living again…. just a bit of color added to your mundane life!

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Anonymous said…
Hi Anu,

Just read all ur blogs...i did'nt know u write so well...very well written..reading ur blogs took me away from my boring life ..for a while..

jayu

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