This is just too dreary I thought…It’s like half an hour before I was done with my work. I started once again doodling the last page of my work pad, who was the only faithful companion of mine. There were dozens of random designs, flowers, assortment of signatures, UFO’s and what not…Sometimes I take my drawings seriously and come up with special artwork, which is absolute fantastic for me but I wonder if it decipher any meaning to others.
My legs keeps on quaking all the time, the pen in my hand keeps swaying up and down, these are not just mere habits its part of me. My blood stops circulating those areas, if they laze around.
I gazed at clock once again, wanted to see those hands embracing each other; I love the way they meet, the oneness they create, but still they had to travel long distance, so much like me. I closed my eyes for a while, took a deep breath, let them have distance; they will feel the joy of being together. Life comes full circle always, like that clock, we meet some unknowns and we forget some known’s, some walks in forever and some goes forever, some are just like that first rains after long hot summers and some are like summers themselves.
The flower that I left unfinished last time, I added some more petals to it. The last page was full, and my appetite for creativity too, sometimes repetition of similar thing leads to ennui, and the love is not an exception.
Once again, I popped my eyes at clock…I tried to hear that squiggly movement of her and him…tik tik tik… here they met and my lips curved, to hold that much awaited smile.