I Speak my mind

The Delhi Metro was once my literary escape. Crammed shoulder-to-shoulder with commuters, I would steal moments to devour books. The rhythmic rumble of the train, the murmur of conversations, the symphony of the city – it all blended into a comforting background score for my reading sessions. Each stolen page was a victory, a brief immersion into another world amidst the urban chaos. It was a simple pleasure, yet one that resonated deeply. 

Like everyone else, my morning also starts with the same set of chores. Still, the rising sun has this refreshing effect on my mind, like every new day I m being reborn with new set of hopes. The joy it gives me, devouring a cup of tea with the rays from morning sun along with the chirping birds is heavenly. Sometimes it feels like never to move from the balcony and go on forever eternally, looking at the rising sun and the shades of sky. When I was in school my parents used to say, If u study properly now, u can have a good future . When I joined college the same advise applied to college, then after that when I got a job the same applied but with a little editing that, work good so that u can have a good retired life . I wonder, worrying too much for the future, are we forgetting to live the moment? I know they have their own justifications for that, but still what if I am not like that. What if I would like to sit lazy for days doing nothing, what if i want to live a simple life l...