In Memory of a Fruitful Day

The day did begin well. I woke up a bit late due to the hangover of yesterday's realizations which was shocking initially but redemptive later. Despite the dire need, exercise did not cross my mind this morning. As usual, a quick make up without the mirror and cosmetics was done. Breakfast was limited mainly because I preferred the scrumptious masala dosa of Indian Coffee House. Unfortunately, the traffic regulations for road construction quelled my quest for dosa and coffee. Moreover, my fancy ornaments were about to be delivered soon. But, I did manage to buy Homo Deus by Yuval Noah Harari. Books never cease to tempt me like food. 

I embarked upon reading the book which initially gave me the impression that "Be ready! You are about to plunge into a dungeon of disturbing thoughts", but later, the realization struck me because whatever he says are facts. I have exhausted my quota of denial by now. The Hindu could not be avoided at any considering the money paid. Also, there should be some language exercise everyday upon which my existence depends heavily. As usual, there were articles that failed to enter my head. How can it when my head is already flooded with culpable thoughts?

At times I realize the need to check my temptations, but mostly that does not happen. By noon, the tangy flavour of dosa and the addiction of caffeine gave way for broasted chicken burger and soft drinks at KFC. The expectation of savouring it slowly did not materialize, thanks to my binge eating. I had time. A lot of it. So do I think. A sudden desire to relive my time near the beaches ended up in St. Angelo's Fort, Kannur. After the tedious pandemic procedures, I walked through the brick-laid path of the ancient fort summoning some of the best memories in my life. 

Now, I sit here under an unknown tree revelling in my thoughts looking at the silver sown plane of the sea water. I see some boats basking in the sun, masquerading as a belle on the aqua floor. The iron rails block my site a bit, still the vast sea beckons to have a trance. A feeling of hypnotism embraces me. I wish I had a bed and pillow here. Now, no thoughts about food haunts me, no reading would give me this satisfaction, no friend would be a consolation, and no to technology as well. 

 Let me just be me for a few hours...