Sometimes, I wish my fingers were doing something else…

All I do everyday for a living is sit and type something mundane, boring and utterly craft less. I wish I was giving my fingers something else to do.
Probably hold a brush and use it to give fine strokes, delicate lines, confident sketches, and create a lovely painting…
Maybe hold a chisel and tap with a hammer, sometimes hard, sometimes soft and at times almost a feather touch, and create a magnificent sculpture…
Or hold a bow and strum the strings, with long pure notes, short crisp strokes an amalgamation of harmonies, and create a soothing melody…
Perhaps hold a pen and carve on paper, emotional poems, meaningful stories or blissful soul rendering songs, and create a masterpiece of literature…
If nothing else, hold the flowers born of this Earth which, I dug deep to reach her womb, planted seeds of her own creation, and nursed them to bloom…
I wish my fingers were doing anything else but typing on this keyboard!!!

Garden of Mine...

Of late my garden has gone to the weeds, courtesy, the lazy me. But then, my garden has natural plants, developed by nature herself, which unlike the puny artificially developed advanced technology plants, don’t have much of a problem growing amongst weeds.

Today evening I went home and opened my bedroom window to let in some fresh air. Along with the fresh air came this wonderful fragrance that instantly filled my mind and I was elevated to a different level altogether. The source of this eternal fragrance, an eternal flower, said to have been brought down to earth from the heaven by Krishna for his wife Subhadra. The tale also says that the plant leant into the neighbor’s compound and all the flowers would fall into the neighbor’s compound, (where none other than the lovely Radha lived). My tree was also kind of like that a few years back but then thankfully now it has corrected itself and the blooms are on our side of the compound.

As I sit now at my comp, in my room, with the lovely smell pervading my room, I remember the day I walked into a classmate’s room 6 years back, a room filled with this all pervading divine essence of “Parijatha Pushpa”. The next day I got a small plant for my garden in hopes of my room becoming heaven. Now it is. Mother Nature has been kind to me. This is my thanks to her.