And I sit happy, for it is Saturday afternoon – my happiest
time of the week.
Happy because I am doing what I like to do the most.
Happiest because, I have tomorrow, to do this yet again!
I sit on the window porch and gaze at the clear skies and
the white clouds and they ask me to write a poem.
I stare at the glass bottle toying with the idea of creating
a creative space for myself and it asks me to replicate the bottle art designs,
I saw yesterday.
I feel the want of a hot cup of tea and the urge asks me to
learn to cook and to cook regularly, to make my family and friends happy.
I listen to the music, the beats make me drum the plastic
bottle in my hand and ask me to learn the drums one day.
I smell the lovely incense in my room, and it transcends me
to the thought of discovering new places and asks me to travel the globe.
I read a book with the imagery chalked out in my thoughts
and it asks me to spread my words across, to people someday.
And as I sit looking at the clouds, reading the book,
listening to the music, whiffing the incense, they all make me smile and ask me to
dream, to dream more, to dream more often and fulfill one everyday.
