Continuation of this phrase wasn’t intended, but had to.
Why does it happen that when u resent something the most, u even need it the most. When you hate going out, it’s a perfect weather for outing. When you have a filled stomach, someone pops up with your favorite delicacy. Like everything is working according to a plan. Some say you are being tested so we shouldn’t move by our instincts and stick to the resentment, while others (I call them optimists like me) get carried away and do what u like doing. Eating even when your stomach is full or going out even if somehow you don’t feel like, cause that is what makes you happy and completes you.
Something similar is happening to my blanket and me. From the past few days since I thought of discarding it and getting freed from it, Bangalore climate has taken a U turn. From a hot 30°C it has dipped to as low as 21°C. During all this I had packed my blanket, and placed it in the closet, never to open it again. I thought I’d transfer it home and will purchase a new one. One with which I’ll feel more cozy, where I m not afraid of loosing it in winters when I need it the most. Till the new blanket doesn’t arrive I thought of using a bed sheet. Suddenly in the morning it becomes chillier and forces me to open the closet and take that blanket back. I somehow refrain myself and go for other measures like switching off the fan. But cant sleep after that, that’s cause of the habit of cuddling to the blanket when I feel uncomfortable. So I end up waking early.
Sometimes during the day when I open my closet I feel like the blanket is looking at me and prompting me to pull it out and place it near me. Then I know it’s the optimism in me that makes me think that way. The blanket is quite comfortable there, far from me. It doesn’t wants to be there. Somehow the switch that made it mine has been turned off.
Someday I want to wake up in the morning and instead of switching the fan off I want to switch the feeling off for that materialistic thing. Don’t know I’ll ever be able to do that or not…. This time its not the hope to do it that’s keeping me going, but the hope of not getting into that situation is doing the trick.
Something similar is happening to my blanket and me. From the past few days since I thought of discarding it and getting freed from it, Bangalore climate has taken a U turn. From a hot 30°C it has dipped to as low as 21°C. During all this I had packed my blanket, and placed it in the closet, never to open it again. I thought I’d transfer it home and will purchase a new one. One with which I’ll feel more cozy, where I m not afraid of loosing it in winters when I need it the most. Till the new blanket doesn’t arrive I thought of using a bed sheet. Suddenly in the morning it becomes chillier and forces me to open the closet and take that blanket back. I somehow refrain myself and go for other measures like switching off the fan. But cant sleep after that, that’s cause of the habit of cuddling to the blanket when I feel uncomfortable. So I end up waking early.
Sometimes during the day when I open my closet I feel like the blanket is looking at me and prompting me to pull it out and place it near me. Then I know it’s the optimism in me that makes me think that way. The blanket is quite comfortable there, far from me. It doesn’t wants to be there. Somehow the switch that made it mine has been turned off.
Someday I want to wake up in the morning and instead of switching the fan off I want to switch the feeling off for that materialistic thing. Don’t know I’ll ever be able to do that or not…. This time its not the hope to do it that’s keeping me going, but the hope of not getting into that situation is doing the trick.
3 comments:
i dnt thnk i m mature enuff 2 evn follow ur thot waves bt i still suggest that u take out dat blanket and if u really dnt want 2 take it then better send it home and buy a new one...
some of these are not meant for everyone..... so dnt worry...
actually its metaphorical.... dnt think i m talking about my blanket....
tu to saale writer ban gaya hai...kya likha hai!
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