Rhiannon Rhythm

    Its raining again in Delhi …a heartfelt relief for all the wretched souls. Unfortunately, my heart seems to miss the beat. Even those bright pearl shaped drops were not able to bring a smile to my face today. I am traversing through a crisis, crisis of my finding my real self, my happiness, my vocation. Wind tries to blow on my face, tries to convey those beautiful melodies in my ear, but perhaps I am lost. Lost like a child on a sea shore, wondering where is my favourite sea shell. till the time I will get mine, the melodies, the beat will do nothing to calm the perturbed soul.

let me put these thoughts behind for sometime and write something more positive and cheerful.

Delhi is a nice place to be, it has got life. You can actually hear her heart beat, if you get time to stand still and observe. It has its colors in the faces of the people, high rise buildings, tortuous roads, stillness of nights, extreme weathers, and never ending chaos. I am not in love with this city, but i can not stop admiring it. It is a big canvas in itself, and i am having fun spilling my colors in corner of this huge canvas.

I meet new faces almost daily. Every face has a story. I am weaving them all together. perhaps, some day i might need them all to craft a story of my own…..someday, somewhere!!!

Its Friday, a ritualistic day…..beginning of another weekend. Should i feel happy, elated…..:) I do not have feelings for this weekend. Perhaps the reason being there is nothing much to look forward to Taking life the way it is being offered daily, so i cannot complain.

Right now, what i will only ask myself is to be a bit more positive. The sun always comes up……….and what i really need now is a little bit of sunshine………..my own sunshine.

Amen , Almost Rhiannon