The world is my oyster
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I love being on the move. Changing cities since childhood, schooling in one, college in other, working in third, travelling has been an integral part of my life. However enjoyable it seemed there was one corner of my heart which always yearned for a sense of belonging.…..a place to call my own – a piece of land and handful of sky where I could live and perhaps die someday!
I would sheepishly stare at the
tall buildings and gated houses trying to imagine a house of my own somewhere
amidst the by lanes. A concrete structure made up of bricks and mortar yet a
cozy cocoon for dreams to imbibe. Four walls and a window would suffice I would
envisage; the walls acting as a shield and a window to let my ideas soar high.
White
plain walls with only one bright lilac wall to add some colour, loads of wind
chimes solely for the tinkling music they create by the window, white lacey
curtains adding a mysterious touch along with loads of fairy lights adoring the
window sill. The only furniture I was so particular about was a book shelf full
with my favourite books from rack to rack and a music system just above it.
Rest I had almost imagined the whole house to be empty, maybe because I dreamt
of dancing there sometimes.
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Today my job requires me to
travel a lot. Saying good morning to the sun God in one and wishing Good night
to the loony moon in other. Listen to music on I-pod and reading books on the
go is the way currently. Though there are no wind chimes to soothe my fraying
nerves I still have the rustling wings blowing my hair to calm me down.
The
absence of fairy lights is covered up by the scented candles I carry along
always. The white lacey curtains have continued with their mysterious touch and
hence are currently missing. And dance I still do, to the tunes of life. Coming
to talk about it I have come to love it now as I get to see new places, meet
different people and explore areas which I could never have had otherwise. There
was a time when I was trying to bind myself to one place without realizing that
perhaps the world is my oyster!
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