Time flies. Clichéd? Yes, but true nevertheless. A blink of an eye and a quarter is over. Was it not just a few days back that we had ushered in the new year? The year is already more than three months old! Wow! At the start of the year, I had made a resolution.. nay, that’s trite again. The point is, I had consciously made a decision to spent more time on things I loved. On the top of the list were writing and music.
Atleast in the case of music, I am satisfied with my efforts. My escapades during my guitar training – I’ll leave those for a later post though. As for writing… have you noticed this blog was running dry? No? Well it was. There was a bad case of detachment where I would begin writing something and before getting out the first para, I’ll scrap it off. Not good for something that was on the top of my list. This April checkpoint is in part an effort to get me back to writing as well. Things are looking good already, as I have agreed to write two guest posts this April – which is pretty good, since there is a deadline and the sense of obligation should give the necessary push.
April was special for one other reason too. On the 1st of April, The Museum Piece completed one year of its existence. Well we had a quiet celebration, me and the thinker – stuffed ourselves with food and our minds with reading material.
It was a perfect topping for an involuntarily-induced-but-much-wanted break ( ha! as if he was churning out posts every other day! – you thought that, didn’t you? 🙄 😀 but yeah I needed some space.. to think and reorganize ). Believe me, I had some idea of writing a small fiction work and posting it as a downloadable ebook or something. You know, as a token of love for the love that was showered on this museum piece (You do visit this site for reading stories, don’t you? What? You don’t? *awkward* ). But my muse
had has gone into hiding somewhere. Nothing materialized. The idea is there though, and I’ll eventually get around to it.
I just noticed that I used the word ‘quarter’ at the beginning. Couldn’t help but feel a bit let down. April used to signify the onset of summer vacations. Mangoes – green and raw, yellow and ripe. Playing cricket – in teams, in pairs or ball against the wall – scorching heat or thundering rains notwithstanding. Ferns and mosses growing along walls – the tiny ones with bulbous hook -like heads with which we engaged in ‘battles’. And now, it is just the beginning of the next quarter? How drab that sounds. Sigh.
Now to calm the mind..the mug of green tea is ready. There’s a Nicholas Spark lying over there – not my usual genre, but should be a nice change from the Lee Childs and Matthew Rileys. But then there’s this Bon Jovi playlist. Bon Jovi wins. Let it be Bed of roses till I drift off to sleep.