Friday, December 26, 2014

Obnoxiously Yours

He stood there holding his white pyjamas and watching over his ordure on them.

We were surrounded by a large number of people gathered together in a disorganized or unruly way at our place. & there I stood amidst of the unrecognizable faces. I had no time to figure out anything about the comings and goings of anyone else, since It was only him that I was bothered (rub up the wrong way).

He stood there, troubled, uneasy, troubled, perturbed & disturbed, & in fractions of time, he started running, fleeing out of the boundaries in a jiffy. There was no one doing nothing. I could not have waited and watched. I started to follow him.

He Ran and Ran, while I shouted his name loud. Noticing I was running after him. looking back noticing me following him. he made faster moves. There was something that was troubling him, and he wanted me out of the reach of the troubles that were hampering me, with his indulgence being a part of the whole scenario, that were initiated because of him being a targeted reason. He went out of sight, until I saw him going down to this place. I stood there on the gate with guards that guarded this particular area, asking them to help me out, telling him the state,misery and situation that was a little more complex, asking for there help,and making things clearer, with all the less time we had in explaining and understanding and finding him out.

All I wanted to ask was what was it, and wanted to speak and console him. He was and still a part of my family, & I only have him left.

A dream that all the more I wanted did concluded did ended in midway with a phone call.

I am still waiting to get a clear picture and answers, eventually in due course, by and by, in time, in the long run, in the fullness of time, at some point in the future, one day, one of these fine days, some day, sometime, in time to come, sooner or later, when all is said and done. - Anonymous

Monday, December 22, 2014

Comes the Winter, & I am an Elf

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”

"You can't get too much winter in the winter". - Robert Frost

Like many another scion of Celtic forebears, I celebrate the arrival of the Winter Solstice; like many another gardener, I rejoice in the coming of the coldest, darkest days of the year. To be sure, I complain about the cold, lament the lack of sunlight, and crave the warm sunny days of summer still to come.

Perhaps it’s the first mellifluous notes of a half-remembered lullaby? Or the acrid scent of your Grandpa’s cigar? Maybe
the thwack of rubber thongs on sticky bitumen in summer? Or
filaments of dust dancing in the dappled afternoon sunshine?
Hazy, lazy memories of childhood. They jostle and tease. Sepia-toned and rose-tinted.

Getting depressed during winter? Odds are you've heard of seasonal affective disorder, or you've experienced it for yourself. Fittingly abbreviated "SAD," this periodic melancholy is most often seen in the nature's coldest season while your body catches a case of winter-tide doldrums.

"In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer." - Albert Camus. So, I suppose the celebration of Solstice each winter and the acknowledgment of substantial tasks to perform are a kind of reminder of the whole cycle. Role is never completed; there is always something needing attention; and at every turn there are rewards – joys, gifts – that make it easier to get off one's lazy behind. Most days, anyway.

This year must definitely be a sign for all things new.. With my original dislike for wreaths and now being converted, the same has happened in the way of tinsel. Tinsel used to scream tacky to me years ago, but this year I really really fancied some for the bedroom. And with some rice lights tucked up in it, I absolutely love it! Christmas, we are ready for you!

With Christmas only a hand countdown away (Say What?) I am feeling pleasantly chuffed that everything is sorted (all except for few!) and most presents were purchased months before. Admittedly, next on the list is wrapping - which if you ask me, the first few are always fun and have attention to detail.Then the rest? It becomes a chore. So at the weekend, I carted all the presents upstairs along with boxes of wrapping and sellotape and a big mug of tea and headed to the spare bedroom to get fully festive. And feel like an elf for the afternoon.

And because we all know how much we enjoy our own bed, and any form of cozy and snug bedding, I felt it was only right to jump into that sipping on hot tea whilst staring out the window.

I couldn't agree more with Robert Byrne's quote "Winter is nature's way of saying, 'Up yours.' - Anonymous