Longest weekend ever

Though it’s quintessential of me walking into my cube on a Monday morning with droopy eyes and reluctant morning wishes to everyone. This weekend has taken it to a next level where I felt I was sedated. Yes this has been my longest weekend with deprived dosage of my beauty sleep. Farewell dinners, gets togethers, bday parties and sleepless nights of debating on rational conversations, truce and confessions. Guess I am now an official member of trust at the 309’s.

For every new line I draw
My prudence is challenged
For every new line I cross
My prejudice is questioned
For all the lines I have drawn
My trust is ensured.

Goodbyes and farewells

I realized bidding farewell is the most convoluted feeling, not only with loved ones but even with the ones known for a short term. Today is one such day where I witnessed the gang of 8…with loaded memories, heart filled gifts and forlorn sighs let go of their beloved one. It deemed to me that good bye is the only word that is tagged with multitude of emotions. Well all goodbyes need not be the end but a beginning to a limpid and lasting relationship.

Recurring Dream

As I hear the final note of my lullaby (the last song from hootie and the blowfish from my IPOD) my world darkens for the day. I felt that I was plummeting into the depths of a bottomless ravine. Gravity’s pull into a cumulus was strong enough to make my heart skip a beat. I suddenly fall a prey to a sudden fabled luridness, geminate and haloed, gleaming my sight, accompanied by a far flung echoing of angelic odes. As I approached the light, the tunes were more like a phone ringtone turning into loud screeching noise closer to my ears. I jumped out of my bed and then realized that it was my early morn alarm. Sometimes it’s fascinating how dreams can make your nights shorter.