A day with myself
I woke up on a Saturday morning after an eight-hour sleep, with my body and mind amply rejuvenated. I stretched my backbone and sat crosslegged, facing a bright red dot on the wall. I focused all my energies on it, filtering out unnecessary thoughts that unconsciously clog the mind. Writes Anusha Singh.chandigarh Updated: Nov 13, 2014 10:24 IST
I woke up on a Saturday morning after an eight-hour sleep, with my body and mind amply rejuvenated. I stretched my backbone and sat crosslegged, facing a bright red dot on the wall. I focused all my energies on it, filtering out unnecessary thoughts that unconsciously clog the mind. After this simple 15 minutes of meditation, I relished a glass of fresh lime juice, and fed my pet parrots and a host of pigeons eagerly awaiting their daily diet of oil seeds. I watered the bunch of ferns before running a quick scan of the day's screaming headlines.
Now it was time to enjoy the outdoors. After donning my most colorful dress coupled with dangling jhumkas, I caught hold of the sling bag and slipped into my favourite Kolhapuri chappals. I was all set to check out the streets of Mumbai, without any fixed agenda in mind. I was ready to experience the city as it is - brimming with energy, anticipation and vibrancy. I walked for a kilometre until a handicrafts store caught my attention. It had the nicest ethnic wear ever! Highly pleased with my new dress, I realised I was hungry. So I treated myself to an assortment of veggies and salad leaves that I had never tried before, followed by a sizeable jar of the good old iced cold coffee. Satiated, I walked further and chanced upon a "circulating library". Out of sheer excitement, I spent an hour plus literally rummaging through the world of literature and finally picked up a few works.
Consumed by pangs of intellectual stimulation, I walked further and settled down at a café. What can be more blissful than a book in hand and a filter coffee by your side? By then, it was already evening. I walked on Carter Road, absorbing the rhythmic flow of the sea waves and the kaleidoscopic view of people engaged in amazingly a unique set of activities. Close to sunset, I headed for Prithvi Theatre. Lucky to be in time for a play, for the next two hours, I was lost in a world of riveting characters played by the most talented performers. As I headed back home, I found my soul composing a symphony of sorts.
It was a day that I had spent well with myself even though I deeply cherish the wonderful friends I love to go out with. It was a day when my soul was perfectly in sync with my mind even though I am blessed with a gem of a husband and a great work life. It was a day when I had talked to no one but myself even though I am not a loner.
Little do people appreciate the thin, yet significant, line of difference between being lonely and being alone. While a lonely person may not always be a happy one, a person who is at peace with spending time with oneself without being reclusive of the goodness in the world, is surely on the path to nirvana.
Let each one of us nurture and unleash the unique beauty within with the spontaneity of William Wordsworth's Solitary Reaper. Let us reincarnate her in customised avatars that we choose for her, and in turn, for ourselves.