Silence isn't empty, its full of answers!!!

While this limousine bus takes me to Shibuya, my hands are holding on to the book that I was reading minutes ago. I am wondering whether I should pull out a notebook to scribble! My fingers sometimes just itch, itch to document the moment, the feeling. I am laying my eyes over this dark night and trying to see as far as my gaze can reach through this big glass window. At times I am only able to see my own reflection and the guy sitting next to me. I try to brush off these reflections and keep finding out what’s on the other side of the window.

For once, this city looks quiet and peaceful. Someone landing here for the first time won’t even imagine that it’s only a few hours away from the peak hour madness. The mornings in Tokyo are very typically (overly) metro-city mornings. Black suits holding the bodies and white masks gripping tight on the faces. Black and white corporate crowd rushing through an extremely entangled network of subways and bullet trains with a focused march towards their work places. Yes, I repeat “focused March”, as if the only target at 8 am is to reach office without any distraction, like talking or smiling. That is how I will define a pure Jap, focused, meticulous and detailed in the minutest thing he or she does.

But “now” is different, its silent, steady, quiet, deep. I smile, my reflection smiles back at me but I am distracted by the lit up Tokyo. The lit up skyline with all these skyscrapers and lit up sky with the not-so-round-moon. The full moon stopped by just a few days ago, today it looks more like an ice-cream that you have just started to dig in. As the bus moves, it keeps giving different impressions of the same moon. The ice cream has rapidly turned into a head that is peaking from behind a black door, if it had eyes I could have claimed that they are looking at me from miles away. 

From flying so close to the clouds I am sitting in this bus to look at the same clouds again. They look equally beautiful but very different from above and below. I cannot choose which one I like the most but what I would like to believe is that there is some connection between us. Either they follow me wherever I go or I don’t let them ditch me. Looking more through them I realize that this sky is the only constant thing that looks original from any part of the world. The round piece that is part of the universe on which I am standing is either artificial or a bit contaminated with its human-version. But the sky, keeps it the same every night, holding on to the companions, partying in its own way with an ever-moonlit venue and star decorations :)

Goodnight sky and goodnight Tokyo!

I don't know how to experience without feeling too much and thinking too much!

I should just take up the one-month-blog-everyday challenge once again because i am in a mad writing phase currently. Whatever i have been feeling lately, big and small, i just want to pen it down. And this Monday morning definitely deserves a post because its been pouring and the weather is beautifully dull. I usually ask my alarm clock to buzz a tad bit earlier, just to smell dawn. To see a new day rising with orange clouds and to gift my ears with some mellow chirping of the birds. That's the only time when nature is louder than humans i guess.

Making my way to office today was quite unaffected by the Monday blues. Start to a new book, rainy winds or windy rains and a memory of a wonderful weekend lingering in the nerves... its only unlikely to not set your mood right for the week ahead. On this Saturday that just passed by, i opened my eyes early morning, not so much because of the clock screaming but due to the mini-thundering that i have to deal with almost every night. In other words you can call it my husband's snoring :P I simply turned my face to him (about to yell i guess) and saw him sleeping there, peacefully. And then you know how it goes...duhhh!!! Of course, my heart melted. To wake up next to a person you love so much is a blessing. With that thought i put the thundering out of sight, my feet stood up and made their way to the balcony, my arms helped to pull the two pieces of curtains apart and my eyes blinked in satisfaction. Another quiet-green-slow Saturday morning. I rushed back under the sheets, rolling closer to Mandy, shooting my glances at every tiny thing that i could see out of the window and may be there was a moment, just a moment when i wasn't thinking at all. I cannot be absolutely sure but i may have just made it, the state of being peaceful in the real sense.

This state is so hard to achieve and i truly believe that a combination of destiny & people in your life contribute to it. The re-run of my all time favorite movie "Pursuit Of Happiness" on Friday yet again pinched me. I have donated so many of my precious tears to Will Smith and his pursuit of happiness, you can't imagine. But every time i finish watching it, it gives a good tap on my back and reminds me, how lucky and blessed i am! Life can really be a struggle and happiness isn't distributed for free. You should deserve it, earn it and live it!

And to end this post on a musical note, this song from another movie that i watched over the weekend "Sultan". I just can't get this tune out of my vocal cords, it's literally stuckk somewhere in that dense brain network :)