Ratz says:
The weather sharply changed its course today. It was a very warm, sunny afternoon. And the evening followed the same temperature. It was a day full of early mess- ups, starting from slight mood swings to the not functioning of my cell phone. It was a major blow to me for I had all my contacts saved in it. So my evening went finding ways to get it work again and browsing the Internet for locating service centers.
I was dangling in mixed emotions- on one side I saw every single moment attached with that phone, all the pictures I had taken, all the videos I had recorded and on the other side, I was telling myself that it wasn’t a major issue, that it could be corrected. So, going to the park was mainly to get myself a new insight. Because of all the hustle- bustle, I went to the park quite late.
There was a violet and pink tinge in the sky this evening and not much chilliness in the air. A very normal but noisy evening. A dusty one too, I would say, thanks to the guys playing in the adjacent playground. I should not have expected peace on a Sunday, after all. Though I didn’t feel like continuing with my walk (thanks to my bad mood & now this noise), I deliberately continued hoping I would soothe down. After a few eternal moments of screams and appeals, the boys finally packed up for the day. Good riddance!!!!!
And the very next second, the park calmed down to its threshold of sound. Things quietened and maintained a pace, perfect for reconciliation. I thought of the good things that had happened to me during the day. It was like a scene from ‘The Sound of Music’. Some corner of my mind hummed- “Brown paper packages, tied up with strings, these are a few of my favourite things…..” I walked at a very high pace and being a warm evening in winter weather, I was sweating. The park had a very strange scent; I could still feel it as I am writing. It may have been from some flower or something else. It was a very strong scent- at one moment it would be like cardamom and then something else that I could not find out.
By the time for me to leave, I had come back to my old self. A solitary hour can bring change to a person. Somehow, I was confident that I could handle all those silly mess- ups that I mentioned earlier. They really did look silly- may be I was just being a drama queen.
The only thing that will be affected is that I cannot post pictures for a few days, till I get my mobile repaired. Till then, I’ll only have my words.
Bye everyone and enjoy your walks.