6 degrees Centigrade, almost balmy compared to what we have had when this week started.
Bus 112 passes me its headlights piercing through the veil of darkness at this early hour.
A face, vaguely familiar, is staring out the window. Our eyes meet. She lifts a hand in recognition; I acknowledge it, the bus revs its engine and disappears round the bend.
It has been raining continuously but my black and red striped umbrella is my refuge. I continue walking accompanied by the music of rushing water into the gutter. Simple thing – the gutter – and not poetic at all. Yet it turns into a concert hall of the highest order during rain. Magic in the air.
I pick up my pace for there are things waiting to be done when I return home. The face at the bus window is revelation from the past for I used to take bus 112, when our street was only just waking up, to reach the train station and begin the long commute to my office in Toronto. The sight of a lone walker or jogger at that time would fill me with extraordinary hunger. Not physical hunger, though, for it had more to do with the spirit. Only I couldn’t recognize it at the moment.
Memory of those days of longing will remain fresh in my mind. As reminder of the 3 things they taught me from which I eventually gathered courage to take action.
1) Dream (Big)
2) Plan (with Patience)
3) Take Action (Cheers!!)
I am Purabi Sinha Das, writer of stories and poems, dreamer, traveller, unabashed believer in the magic called life, promises to return to drawing, huge fan of all things bookish.
Believe in yourself and you will reach your goal.
Stay safe and well.
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