Recently a poet friend who also works in the field of mental health and welfare (check – http://www.poetsin.com) came up with the idea of #tenminutesfreethought and all of us associated wrote something or else. The idea was to set the timer for ten minutes and just jot down whatever thoughts come into your head. Many of us did including I, and mine was mostly a rant about life and how I so wanted to write but am unable to …. blah blah blah.
It felt good to outpour but I was not natural in the same. For I had formally set a timer and tried to do it. Today as I was having my last sip of morning tea, a friend ‘Firdaus’ mentioned she was settling in with hers and would catch up with everyone later. One moment I wished, I could be lazy and just have another cup of some garam masala chai when I noticed that I had ten minutes precisely before I start the morning drill of waking everyone up, and school, office, uniform etc taking place in my head. This moment I realised was the actual time fore the #tenminutesfreethought writing.
It isn’t that I am a unhappy lot. I seem to be cribbing quite a bit though but yes I would love to be lazy. Just once in a while I would love to be served. When I open my eyes in the morning and wonder if I can just sprawl on the bed a bit more and then someone walks in with a hot cup of chai, perfectly infused with some cardamom or ginger.
It has been a long time since that happened. I do get chai on asking or coaxing or demanding but the need to be pampared with just a cup of tea without me asking for it and letting me be lazy and be served, the thought it self seems rejuvinating.
Is it too much to ask for?
TIME UP !