Today, I had a lot of time on hand post office and decided to step out with a book. On my way I had to purchase some vegetables for the dinner and packed up some Indian blackberries too. I then headed straight to the lake, parked my two wheeler and with my book in one hand, crossed along bag on my shoulder, with black berries in it and veggies in another; I entered the gates of this serene presence of mother earth - A temple surrounded by lake.
Sitting at a bench by the lake, I was enjoying the Jamun (Indian black berries) I wondered, how over the period everything has become GMO and this local fruit, though full of Pulp, does not leave the purple stain on the teeth or tongue .. Something that I was dearly looking forward to... As in grew up with those local flavours . It was getting cloudy and winds were in full swing.
I thought of calling family but had spoken to them just yesterday, so called Dad but he didnt receive so I left him a message that I am at his favourite place and was missing him :).
Late at night he replied that his phone is not working and has been given for repairs.
I then messaged a friend who is in town and wanted to meet but the schedule didn't workout for him so I turned back to my book and added a reminder for 20 mins on my phone to wrap up reading with focused mind. Just when I was turning the first page and it had these lines " initially when they met, she had introduced herself as a writer and it was a lie".... For some reason, I liked that line or may be felt a bit of connection with writing...
I have this habit of drawing a tiny heart and of highlighting a certain lines or paragraphs which I feel are some of the most beautifully crafted ones and are inspiration to me...
Just when in was immersed in my thoughts and was romancing the weather, a few teen girls entered the premises with one of them playing a song that took me back to a Memory.... And I was onboard on a different train of thoughts.
And it started to rain 🌧️....
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