July Writing Challenge-Day 26
I missed a day of writing. I was all geared up then realized I had left the laptop out and the tab was out of juice. Put it on charge and then woke up in the morning.
Felt bad, guilty bad, then decided to do a longer post today.
Had this been a couple years back, I would have been moping about it all day, but I felt no such compulsion, no foreboding, just a faint reminder to charge my tab and keep my laptop with me, just in case.
I feel like a grown up, no longer overly critical of my Dear Self: unbothered, slightly dehydrated and under-moisturized.
The air conditioning is a contentious necessity, it does make my life better but my skin parched. Can’t imagine how I survived one and a half decades of my life without it, perhaps it’s the reason I never had breakouts till my late twenties.
But also, I don’t think it was a necessity back when I was growing up, our house had high ceiling, old fashioned rooms with big windows and ventilators- like the one through which a snake slithered down in one of the Sherlock Holmes stories.
Light through those cast beautiful shadows during mornings while a gentle piano sound emanated from somewhere in the house( I think it was one of the ads on the TV).
It used to be hot and we faced power cuts, but there was always some cool air balancing it up, there was the trusted desert cooler too, and when it got really hot, the roof would be watered down to cool it off and we would all sleep on makeshift beds made of mattresses, shielded by mosquito nets.
It was too much work, and we would always try to find a way out of doing the chores, but sleeping beneath the stars would make up for all the hard work.
Even if we do decide to sleep on the high rise roof now for some nostalgia fix ( firstly, it won’t be permitted), there won’t be any stars to greet us back, we won’t be able to trace the constellations.
There won’t be much magic to power the nostalgia train.
Fingers in symphony 