The Log

I wake up with my hands between my thighs, and waiting for the morning sun to say a ‘hello’, realizing nothing much would happen other than just another day to pass-by, I feel I could do something better.

Waking up, I realize that something special is coming up fast. It would be a New Year soon. Strange enough, I was not my bubbly self.

I was chasing a bird in the past two days, from nesting on my air conditioning cabinet. Chasing a bird, becomes personal if the bird is adamant (bringing scores of laughter from my daughter). Although, I would be chastised for being a bird brain, but eventually, I gave up, as I felt it would have probably laid its eggs there. Also, I didn’t want to be indulged in a curse handed by the meek. What would God think, still chasing birds? What about the dream?

Last year, I was in solitude. While chasing big dreams, seems to be a common attitude for goal-setters, leading a life in solitude seeks asylum from that chaos. You become the seeker. Unattainable tasks, pipe dreams are a misnomer to the ambitious. In solitude, I could bypass them all with ease.

So, what is in for this New Year?

I haven’t asked this question to myself till now, probably, I wouldn’t dare, as I still vouch on the solitude, glorified by the ramifications of my own self-doubt.

I would eventually say, it wouldn’t be another year in yonder. So, I might be still there, somewhere next to the goal-line. I’am sort of, blessed with a hindsight of what is happening, and move forward towards what I plan, to write my long awaited second book.

Well, the birds are back. Probably, I’am annoyed, but, as they say – in the hindsight of vivid thoughtfulness, you learn the best; so, do I perceive that my goals are attainable? It is to be seen.  

And here comes the Sun, in its full glory – saying a Hello, and I wish all my readers, with dedicated gratitude:

‘A Happy New Year!’

Cheers and Ciao!