DEAR BRAIN

The climate around us do have a role in the way we behave, we think and perceive things, at a particular moment. When there is a constant shower outside the doors and the whole space within our homes are dimmed in uniformity with the cloudy sky, our moods might not be very pleasant and energetic. In contrast, when the rooms are lit up with the sunlight streaming in through the windows, there is an eagerness to do our chores and be on the move. But there are people for whom climate doesn’t really matters much and they seem to move about with the same level of energy, rain or shine. And this is the month where there ought to be a lot of work, especially for children, who should have started their new term at school after the long summer vacation. The mornings would be busy with the chaos of propping up small kids to be ready for school, getting on with the works of leaving for job, and thinking of the day ahead that ought to be used for all the little chores to be done outside the home space. The best part of it all would be the fresh monsoon showers. The clatter of umbrellas while walking along the slippery roads and footpaths was a beautiful memory of the season. Holding up our dresses and crossing upon tiny puddles of water, that sometimes splashes on our feet making it as damp as ever was something that only experience can give the best feeling about. The honking of school buses in the morning and the crowded bus stops filled with people from all walks of life, was a sight that still shines bright in the memory, that gives a pain deep of longing within the heart, at present. Yes, these trivial but treasured visions, that had crept within ourselves, is waking up and the brain might be wondering why it is not witnessing any of those this year!

Dear brain,

Change is unpredictable and inevitable. And once change happens, we have got nothing else to do but to accept it and move along. If not for this quiet time, life would still be busily spent without realizing and acknowledging all the moments, that was taken for granted. Even during this time of confusion and when there exists a certain blur on the future, there are things that can be done, just that we need to sort it out ourselves. And this is exactly the time to practice ‘hopefulness’ that is preached and discussed a lot about, but something that is hard to follow. I remember reading this beautiful message, years back, that sometimes moving on is the only choice we have. Life is never a bed of roses alone, but a bed of thorns too. To pick a beautiful rose is to avoid the painful thorns with proper consciousness and skill.

So dear brain, sometimes it’s hard. But there were moments that were beautiful and as long as you are aware of it, be grateful and just move on!