The past year has been full of overwhelming changes, mostly good. I must thank The Great Unseen* for giving me the kind of nature’s bounty that is, well, overwhelming.
As a consequence, and as weak people are wont to, I feel an uncontrollable rush, a sort of impatient frenzy, to do. Do, do, do. Which is perhaps (no, definitely) why I keep doing, and forgo rest sometimes, which is ill-advised at this point in my life, I am told. In order to maintain a balance between this urge to do (organise the house, water the plants, feed the fish, work, wait for the lily to grow, write.) besides being with my young daughter, and rest, I am trying to form a schedule. It is something very new to me. I was never bound by schedule, even when I was supposed to be — in school, college, at a work place. Well, one can’t always resist.
So, since my mulish head is not going to stop writing and increasing my fan base, I’ve decided to limit my writing and reading days. The easy thing was to choose today and tomorrow. Since I’ve spent a good number of hours blogging today, Wednesdays are going to be my post days, and Thursdays my commenting days. Let’s see how disciplined I’ll be!
For today’s post, in keeping with the purpose of this blog — to post stories and poetry — I am going to (be cheeky and copy-paste to) post a tiny tale that I love and had published a long time back in the blog that I’d deleted. These are the kind of stories I used to tell my husband before we slept.
Once upon a time, two people lived alongside a river; a man and a woman. They woke up every morning to the gleam of rippling water against the faint light of dawn. They did not want anything else. Just the river would suffice forever and more.
* Bela’s Bright Ideas provided this splendid term for what many call God, etc. You can read the engaging post here