The Return of Jasleen

A midst all the political agenda chaos, multiple–athletic playoffs, scholastic deadlines and personal mediation; roughly translated into news, sports, college assignments and recreation, there has been a ‘me’ soaking it all in. No rings or buzzes or tweets or walls or beeps or blogs (that I detest). Now it’s more of emails, and inboxes that I’ve clung to as means to communicate.

Each hour of the 24-hours have been named and my self-assessment at the end of the day is satisfactory for most days as I squeeze in every drop of work and sleep as time allows although its been the first time yesterday that I complained about each day being short as it is.

The guilt of not getting things done has gone, time is not wasted as much, timings have regained their importance, nocturnal clock has stopped ticking, and I wish the sun good morning and see it off at night. Yes finally the curtains to my room have opened and drops of rain, rays of the sun, flows of the wind and stillness of a still day have all kissed my room and percolated into me.

Lectures don’t drag, homework ends, music heals, hobbies have re-emerged, and the best part of the day I when I get to keep my pen down, roll my chair back and stretch for a good 3 seconds in full satisfaction of “I have done”. It truly feels good.