It's late !

I got up shouting.. It's late... it's late….as usual…rushing myself into washing machine..coming out neat and clean…Only to discover the iron board waiting for me…. The fact the he misses me much and expects a daily visit…I actually like it….so I gave him a real quick pat…It's late It's late.. My alarm clock was shouting madly…seems being trained maternal community for several years..they do their job extra efficiently. …But somehow I have also developed immunity to alarm clocks over the years.. It takes real practice and determination to imbibe the habit/skill of ignoring someone so annoying…. Most of you will agree with me… I am sure people with alarm clock phobia, accountable to second, will not waste (?) their time reading someone's blog…so you are all MY people… '' In unity we believe and together we prevail!!! ''

so I rammed my alarm clock on duet (!) and peeped inside kitchen….wowow….there was an entire croissant ready chatting with a nice cup of tea…I was overwhelmed. It’s not that I get to see this very often…Unfortunately I did not have time to admire this rare sight…soon they united within me..happily..!

But …I was in complete panic… I thought I missed the bus…Now I have to take a long walk to train station….and I am going to be Late.. It's late…I slammed the door as I rushed looking like a good professional gentleman….ready to climb the ladder…as fast as I can….the only thing I was thinking is how do I reach office in time… I missed my Bus…Its late... I am taking a long walk..its late... I am going to be all tired and sweaty by the time I reach office… its really late …

I was as focused as I should have been….only the fact was I got up little late….never mind.. I would walk faster, I said …I just heard Jane 's 'Gummorning'.. This neighbour of mine,ever since she had the cute kiddo,she talks to everyone like she is talking to her blue eyed angel…I wanted to wish her too.. But I was late…. And I was focused on reaching the office in time…I forgot to put the bin outside.. I forgot to stack up letters; It was my turn today..All I was concerned was I am late….

As I was running and running….to my bad luck… it started raining… I thought.. All the bad things are happening to me… why me ? I had to stop…next a tree… yes.. I did forget my Umbrella….ohh hell…that bas***d drove his car and the muddy water in the puddle was all over me…And now I was not only late but was in complete fix….I was all messy… disturbed….frustrated…angry…I had to go back home….

So I did. …completely drenched in water….I donno why .. But I felt little better to be back home…It was little cold and I was bit shivering…what would be better….explored my kitchen a bit… discovered there is still some tea in the kettle…May be a warm sip will make me feel better…and few minutes later I was all cuddled up in my huge flowing windowpane with a nice cup of tea….suddenly Rashid Khan invited me .... I turned the player on….and soon I was in different world…the mushy grey sky and the wet breeze brushing against the colourfully blossomed spring … sweet little birdies cushioned in tiny birdhouses…the deeper gazal lyrics and Rashid's voice…a hide and seek of rainbow along the farthest line of vision….to add 'grace' to it Mitwa waved at me from the bookshelf….. Couple of pages ….and u r not the same person… I was not….the lyrical spine of the metaphorical moments engulfed my internal sunshine only to elevate me to eclectic euphemism … hahah this is exact what you feel… can not catch it in words….But I enjoy that…those missing moments where I don't exist…. I see myself from 'space'… its funny.. but interesting…..! Grace is great…. Then I open the windows…..pouring raindrops transformed themselves into dreamy drizzle…. I step outside…get rid of my umbrella…..and experience the natural shower…I live every moment thousand times…. Every breath is blessed with loads of freshness ...I am wearing the greenery all over my silhouette…I am seamlessly submerged in nature… I am with me… I am with myself….I am at peace…..slowly I surrender to bright shining sun…unfold the cosiness of the couch to myself …Rashid is still celebrating music…and I get friendly with the laptop…. Suddenly the building I was conceiving started speaking to me…a problem for a week was a cute little puzzle only to be solved in couple of minutes…I lost myself again within flow of lines and miracle of music…..

Now I am back….Found my existence….Work is done… I did not go to office.. I did not take a step towards a ladder…. I did winked at Jane's kiddo..and he smiled at me with the toothless funny cute face…I am not neat and clean .. I am nowhere close to professional gentleman…I had great time….I am happy...

And finally the Architect made a nice building…Before it was too late.... !!!


Happy birthday to Me