Change of Change

More than accommodating change, I ask for it. Over the last two years, a flashflood of uncompromising, drastic changes have sodden my stability. And thank god for that.

And I want change. Not with as much atrociousness as already faced but in the little things. From my cell phone’s ringtone, to my desktop’s wallpaper, my itunes list, the colors to my wardrobe, and my room’s layout, everything is as permanent as the wrinkles on my bed. It adds a tingling mystery, a rousing challenge to learn and to defeat. I have fallen but along the cemented road, there’ve been kind strangers who have smiled, brushed the gravel off my clothes and forever tied with me for the life to come. 

 There is no mundane. No humdrum. And there is no time to get used to anything. There is no routine or the predictable every day for me. I may land up anywhere doing something completely different. And I have learnt about life just as much without secluding myself or meditating in the Himalayas or going into hibernation away from the world to find the inner self. 

And I couldn’t bear it at first. But now I wake up every morning and say to myself “let today be bizarre”. And it is!