Random Thoughts!!!
I had typed out this post and it vanished from my system in a giffy.
I stared on to my monitor and realized nothing else can be done. So here it goes again, a little refined random thoughts :).
As the title suggests following is some absurd random thoughts that crossed my mind last week. As usual I missed my 7:40 am bus and I got stranded at the bus stop, all alone on a chilly windy rainy U-S morning. Temperature was something close to 51 f (10 Deg Celsius). After two minutes it started to drizzle and I didn’t have any rain/winter gears with me. So I changed my face to a ‘GUY-WHO-ENJOYS-RAIN’ from “OH-S***-ITS-RAINING” expression. But the expression change didn’t have much effect on the chilly atmosphere. My nose went numb in less than three minutes I started to shiver from my thumb nail to my temple. I was gazing out to the other side of the road when the random thought crossed my mind.
The tree right across me is also out there in the winter. The leaves have already changed its color. If (I will call tree a ‘she’) she have a mind on her own, what will be going thru her mind. She stands out in the rain/winter/sun shine, all day/night all alone. I felt a little sad at my heart thinking about the tress. In winter these trees shed their leaves which are like food plates to them. As the life is sucked out of the leaves on a winter, they change its color which is celebrated and snapped by people like us saying ‘fall is here’.
Just for one moment if we can think about being alone, being immobile all your life in one place, it is a big torture. These trees/ plants are out there in the winter without a company, without leaves, without food, without a blanket, open to all the chilling- cold-swirlling wind holding on to their roots. On a sunny day, things are not much different, no where to hide but to get fried under sun. I do think, it is not an easy life for them. Life as it does to us, test her each and every day on her tenacity to live, to adapt, to the varying season around her. The seasons roll down to them as inevitables, pushing their limits year after year until she is turned into furniture or until the she stumbles out to the fury of our Mother Nature.
Oh thee help her fight the winter hard
Let her have another season of springs
We can see her beaming smiles
With her trunks covered with leaves and cherries ….’
Oh it ended up too random :D ……
I had typed out this post and it vanished from my system in a giffy.
I stared on to my monitor and realized nothing else can be done. So here it goes again, a little refined random thoughts :).
As the title suggests following is some absurd random thoughts that crossed my mind last week. As usual I missed my 7:40 am bus and I got stranded at the bus stop, all alone on a chilly windy rainy U-S morning. Temperature was something close to 51 f (10 Deg Celsius). After two minutes it started to drizzle and I didn’t have any rain/winter gears with me. So I changed my face to a ‘GUY-WHO-ENJOYS-RAIN’ from “OH-S***-ITS-RAINING” expression. But the expression change didn’t have much effect on the chilly atmosphere. My nose went numb in less than three minutes I started to shiver from my thumb nail to my temple. I was gazing out to the other side of the road when the random thought crossed my mind.
The tree right across me is also out there in the winter. The leaves have already changed its color. If (I will call tree a ‘she’) she have a mind on her own, what will be going thru her mind. She stands out in the rain/winter/sun shine, all day/night all alone. I felt a little sad at my heart thinking about the tress. In winter these trees shed their leaves which are like food plates to them. As the life is sucked out of the leaves on a winter, they change its color which is celebrated and snapped by people like us saying ‘fall is here’.
Just for one moment if we can think about being alone, being immobile all your life in one place, it is a big torture. These trees/ plants are out there in the winter without a company, without leaves, without food, without a blanket, open to all the chilling- cold-swirlling wind holding on to their roots. On a sunny day, things are not much different, no where to hide but to get fried under sun. I do think, it is not an easy life for them. Life as it does to us, test her each and every day on her tenacity to live, to adapt, to the varying season around her. The seasons roll down to them as inevitables, pushing their limits year after year until she is turned into furniture or until the she stumbles out to the fury of our Mother Nature.
Oh thee help her fight the winter hard
Let her have another season of springs
We can see her beaming smiles
With her trunks covered with leaves and cherries ….’
Oh it ended up too random :D ……
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