Tag Archives: maturity

Change of my shoe ‘soul’-

5 Aug

My walk has been slow cautious and comparatively skillful today. I have been walking on my toes in these heels. This morning as I approached towards my car to drive myself to work- I took more time not only to reach the vehicle but also to shift my feet between clutch and break. I have been suitably aware that I am cautious. I was wearing flat sole shoes yesterday, I ran towards the car- drove it with a zoom. Yesterday allowed me to be aggressive in my walk and I literally ran up the stairs to reach my desk.
Today- I changed my shoe, changed the height of my sole or should I say ‘soul’, stood taller but all I could actually remember was that I need to be more responsible with my moves- I need to be cautious that tic tac toe of my heels do not make a noise disturbing peaceful walk of other’s around me- I had to be aware that I maintain right distance between my footsteps. Aggression and run accommodated with the heights of these heels might make me fall halting my journey for long, affecting my goals. As and when I raise my height- there comes a risen responsibility, awareness, cautiousness, need for stable moves, pacified aggression, calm steps, maintained footsteps, less noise, expanded view and spectrum-all with a tall affirmative walk.
My toes pain, my heel burns ankles, my knees gruel, my legs shake but I adore the height my heels provide- I adore the raised demands it asks me for!
Tomorrow I wear another set of footwear- I am hoping I walk in heels again tomorrow- that is with affirmation!



29 Jul

When the events of the day leave with bags full of your energy, so much so that typing a few words of daily experience appears to be a scuffle- you know you worked dense. That is when you need water. A transparent fresh stream of gush running right down your throat to the web of your entangled tubes carrying hot red blood. Neutralized by calmness of pure crystal water drops. Water- a substance so smooth, so heavy yet so light, so silent yet so conversational- water imbibing all it’s loud prevalent energy with that silent walk around.
Water, a reminder – when characteristic matures it gets silent and strong and more silent and stronger. Water so silky in appearance and playful in its smile- pious in its soul, it’s existence. Yes – you come back to water. Unknowingly – You come back to a little more maturity, strength, playful smile, calmness, conversational transparency transpiring your empty energy bag to one full of experiences and prevalent power.
A little water for one and all.

Kitchen and it’s occupants

25 Jul

Scratches on kitchen utensils shyly tell me the age of its household. A new born baby has most beautiful soft scarless skin. Newly set up kitchen tell me the new utensils feel the same. Gradual daily taste of life leave them little salty, little slippery with oil and the shine of their skin begin to dissolve in cycle of meal they serve- hot and cold weather of the food leave them stained and frozen. The scratches tell me the struggle and rush they experience being part of the daily chores of the household. Wherein the cooking spoon was rubbed so hard against its surface that it left its mark of being there on its body. They hold their scars with pride as someone got nourished with the meal that was prepared in them- leaving them with little more wrinkles on their surface. Wrinkles similar to what an old human skin engraves on itself in its travel of time some bright some dull.
Wrinkles with an increasing count suggesting with a smile- I have seen the world and I have seen it a bit more than you.
Each wrinkle for each experience counted – defined on stairs of life, in corridors of laughter in corners of tears.
The little bit famished skin of my kitchen utensils tell me that a household is maturing. It’s attaining gradual age, it’s going through the path of discovery just like its occupants. It’s being consumed as much as the humans who possess it are being consumed in life. Lifecycle of a household and it’s occupants- wrinkles and scratches – narrating their own stories looking for a listener.