Hunger and boredom always has one effect on me...it makes me philosophical.
Today my mind was given a sudden jolt by the philosopher in me. I suddenly started thinking about things that are really deep...well..meaningful to me; wishes that I had as an adventure lover since I was little. I wished that I felt calm, peaceful and free, in the lap of nature...amongst greenery,somewhere in a hill station, away from town, away from leading a busy life, away from leading a busy life, away from the polluted air and close to the home of happiness....MY joy and happiness. As I thought, I felt it ; the emotions that my anxious heart craved and I yearned for more thoughts to overwhelm me this way because it felt safe and 'out of the world'. It took me somewhere safe from the anxiety of receiving my final exam results the next day. It was approaching twilight. As I sat in the easy chair facing the window through which the light streamed in, I pictured myself free, light and happy. I saw a girl smiling , mindless of any troubles on a hilltop and as I filled my head with vivid imagery, I could smell the sweet and moist grass and feel the breeze against my cheek. In a few moments I was imagining myself taking a walk along the beach, watching the sun set. I could smell the salty ocean breeze and feel the sand as I imaginarily squished my toes in the soft earth. I even heard the joyous laughter of children far away, playing a game of tug of war. "Hey! When is the Azan?", a voice interrupted my daydreaming. I looked up to see my elder sister, her sleeves rolled up as if she was in the middle of doing chores. I blankly replied "6:19" , "What?", she asked, not able to catch what I was mumbling. She walked toward the calendar that was propped up on the shelf. "Oh Sheesh!", she exclaimed when she realized there were fifteen minutes for the Azan. I placed my hand on my growling tummy, suppressing the feeling of nausea whilst I resumed my day dreaming . Now I was in Paris, sitting in a boat, watching fireworks as the glowing Eiffel tower conquered the scenic beauty at night. I heard the microwave beep; my sister was preparing the Iftar. It was getting dark outside. I slowly got up and walked towards the window. I peeped out; the streetlights had already switched on. I drew the curtain and walked away.
Azan- call to prayer*
Iftar- evening meal taken after sunset on breaking the fast*
Silhouette xx
Today my mind was given a sudden jolt by the philosopher in me. I suddenly started thinking about things that are really deep...well..meaningful to me; wishes that I had as an adventure lover since I was little. I wished that I felt calm, peaceful and free, in the lap of nature...amongst greenery,somewhere in a hill station, away from town, away from leading a busy life, away from leading a busy life, away from the polluted air and close to the home of happiness....MY joy and happiness. As I thought, I felt it ; the emotions that my anxious heart craved and I yearned for more thoughts to overwhelm me this way because it felt safe and 'out of the world'. It took me somewhere safe from the anxiety of receiving my final exam results the next day. It was approaching twilight. As I sat in the easy chair facing the window through which the light streamed in, I pictured myself free, light and happy. I saw a girl smiling , mindless of any troubles on a hilltop and as I filled my head with vivid imagery, I could smell the sweet and moist grass and feel the breeze against my cheek. In a few moments I was imagining myself taking a walk along the beach, watching the sun set. I could smell the salty ocean breeze and feel the sand as I imaginarily squished my toes in the soft earth. I even heard the joyous laughter of children far away, playing a game of tug of war. "Hey! When is the Azan?", a voice interrupted my daydreaming. I looked up to see my elder sister, her sleeves rolled up as if she was in the middle of doing chores. I blankly replied "6:19" , "What?", she asked, not able to catch what I was mumbling. She walked toward the calendar that was propped up on the shelf. "Oh Sheesh!", she exclaimed when she realized there were fifteen minutes for the Azan. I placed my hand on my growling tummy, suppressing the feeling of nausea whilst I resumed my day dreaming . Now I was in Paris, sitting in a boat, watching fireworks as the glowing Eiffel tower conquered the scenic beauty at night. I heard the microwave beep; my sister was preparing the Iftar. It was getting dark outside. I slowly got up and walked towards the window. I peeped out; the streetlights had already switched on. I drew the curtain and walked away.
Azan- call to prayer*
Iftar- evening meal taken after sunset on breaking the fast*
Silhouette xx
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