It is tradition to celebrate Sundays and make the most out
of it. Casual morning start only accelerates as the clock hands glide along the
dial. The day kick starts and life is literally lived in that single day. City
life is so. Energy gets built up as every day passes, only to get dumped over
the weekend.
But when there is no energy to build up, there is vacuum.
And all that enters vanishes into thin air.
What defines this energy? Is it about the activity or is it
about the mind & its perception?
I would go with the latter. Even this still afternoon dullened by the
gloomy weather, has the vibe flowing through the sounds of chilly breeze
brushing through the trees. Petrichor, The smell of earth accompanying rain, fills
the air and the birds that manage to fly through the cold North-East monsoon
winds sit up and sing lullaby that puts the heart & soul at ease.
There is an
unexplainable joy in tracking the path of the raindrops that hit and glide
along the translucent window and switching the electric appliances off only to
hear intensify the deflated sounds of rain & the wind.
How beautiful would’ve been the life in the era when people
had all 5 senses connected to the 5 elements of nature- Water, Fire, Air, Earth
and Space. They touched the earth with their feet, felt the scent of earth in the
air and had the visual of the raindrop patterns in their courtyard that cloaked
the lush blue sky. People had nature’s intrusion right from the place they
lived. That way, energy flowed as the natural occurrences happened.
Times changed, dwellings got a new face, but the energy
stays. And so does the affiliation of it to a tender human mind. After all,
‘Energy can neither be created, nor be destroyed.’
Perception matters.
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