Reading is not just one task. We get to know many new things, roam in strange places that we never knew existed, taste yummy cuisines from all around the world and meet people who are way more interesting than the real people in our lives.
I know I sound crazy but I wanted to put my reading aside just for a little while and indulge myself in some coffee before I pick my next book. I’ve been on a marathon reading lately. I read some books that are to be released later this year, some books that are just released, some books from the early and late 19th century and some classics. I almost read a book a week.
During this reading, I felt a sudden emptiness in my mind. Sometimes, I was reading, my eyes would run along the letters but I failed to register the meaning or the context in my mind. I was too stubborn to admit that I’m tired of reading. I call myself a book dragon and I couldn’t allow myself to say that I’m bored of reading.
But at one point of time, I realized that there is no point in randomly reading without enjoying the book. I wouldn’t say I was utterly bored, but there were too many books and too many characters from them in my mind that my brain refused to allow new characters to establish themselves in the little space left out on it.
I got up, I went for some long walks, I listened to plenty of music, I gave some time to a little gardening and finally, my mind was recharged. I was good like new! That’s when I picked up my next book and dived into the pages.
It’s okay to get bored or to get tired of something you love. We all experience that at one point or another. Don’t feel disappointed, and do not dare to assume that your love for that particular thing has faded. Take a break, involve yourself into few other tasks and in the meantime, think of what’s the next best thing you could do about your passion. Then, you are good to go!
Let me know your thoughts. Tell me what you did when you got bored of something you love. Ba Bye!
The four walls of her heart try to contain as much void as possible but at times, it becomes too much to deal with. It rises to her throat trying to come out as a loud scream, but she manages to choke the sound just before the escape and shoves it back into the depths of the dark corners of her heart. She wanders down the crowded lanes hoping to ignore the buzz of the unsettled thoughts running through her mind. It never helps. She talks to people around her indifferently and plasters a smile on her lips that’s more plastic than ever. After coming home from work, she sits still in her dark bedroom staring at the empty walls listening to the ticking sound of the needles of the clock. She wonders if the time is dragging those needles or the needles dragging the time. Nevertheless, the night ends and the rays of the dawn creep through the window filling the room with a mild glow. She collects herself to get up from the cold bed, with her hair disheveled and her eyes hollow. Here comes, yet another day and she has to find a way to pull through her routine. And the lone girl makes her way through the door to face the world, and to exist!
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I feel warm and safe in your arms,
They won’t be around me one day.
I snuggle closer to you and breathe in your smell,
That’s gonna disappear and leave me in dismay.
I cherish the way your skin feels against mine,
I know one day it all will vanish away.
Your strong fingers pat my fears afar,
They won’t be there forever so, I wanna hold them now and play.
I know there comes a day when you will wanna go away,
I will have to let you go, I won’t have a say.
I have you now and I own you this moment,
I decided to make the most of it and cry another day.