Garden

Mornings are a bit different now. I wake up and i am in class. How utterly absurd this must have sounded prior to everything that happened and is still happening right now. A very simple sentence but so hard to percieve .

The journey from bed to class was a bit different for me. There were my mother’s shouts and father’s wake up early quotes. The rush and hurry of putting on the right clothes while gulping down a big chunk of bread with milk and then throwing on some shoes while running after the rickshaw pleading it to stop.I would never have believed that i could be saying this in posterity that “I miss the chaos “.

Now that it has been a year already and when I look back at it , nothing much has changed in all honesty. My eyes are strained as usual, my brain is tired and I still have the reader’s block that i left 2019 with. 

This morning i went out in the garden for a change of scenery as the ceremic blocks of peacocks on the roof of my room started to become a dreadful sight. As i was walking around the garden i came across a long tailed bird . It was different than the ones that come in my garden. Hence , i have decided on writing about her (assuming that’s it’s pronouns) .

The one thing that got me fascinated was her long tail , it being the only thing that made her different from the lot. There is a guava tree in the garden and many beautiful flowers and above all of that a picturesque view but somehow she seemed eager to leave . Her want was quite evident from the impatience of her wings .

This incident reminded me of my second lost emotion. The emotion of freedom. Yes, I live in my house with every possible item required for survival and one could say even happiness .Yet, I can quite evidently feel the absence of a non-caged environment. How ironical of me to think of the open sky as a cage but when you are allowed only that limited piece of the limitless sky , only that version of the absolute beauty . It starts to feel like a cage.

I will work on my readers block again today which now that i think about it might be because of the imaginary restrictions set in reality. Nevertheless i will work on it like the bird stuck in my garden who is trying to release herself from the cage of guava tress.The same old guava trees. And for the old times sake i sometimes ask  my mother to  shout at me and eagerly wait wait for my father to give away loud and clear sermons on how one should wake up early.

Aakanksha