Crumbling corners.
( A mini reflective note I wrote to myself during the covid lockdown )
Photograph by Mohini
The days are passing by slowly now, all of a sudden. I have the time to feel my layers. Layered emotions, layered sweat, layered longings and the many layers of beauty. I don’t always know what’s inside. I make guesses… I’m mostly wrong.
In an attempt to beautify my insides, I paint the outsides of my life with smells of incense and cucumber cream, earthy music & greens, the clanking of dishes being cleaned…
I roam the expanse of my mind, looking for creatures of comfort. Asking them to soothe me, talk to me & play with me. What must this time feel like for children, who are only now shaping their views of the world ? Baby beings, homebound. Baby dreams, unfound. I wonder about a lot of things, filling my mind with thoughts for company…
I bake, sometimes…
When was the last time I danced ?
mohini
