In between the pages of book, lying down at one corner of the bed, I heard some thunderstorms. Yes, it was already quarter to one. I could hear the rain drops. Sometimes, these rain drops try to speak a lot, maybe either I should go to sleep or hear them out. They might want to share something, my subconscious mind said. I was all ears for the latter. I was on page 38, you could get some idea of her birthday date by adding or subtracting few numbers to the page. There was a WhatsApp message; I read it a bit late when I crossed the 53rd page.
Are you awake? That read.
Yes, I am.
. . . . .
I started with the 54th page and sometime later there was another mesaage, Want to speak?
I am in the middle of a very interesting plot, the climax.
It’ll take time and I can sleep with the book on my chest. Kindly, have a good sleep.
I want to discuss a book or maybe something else.
And, may I ask what would that be?
. . . . .
Started again with the book, it’s two in the morning now. I was getting sleep but I thought I’ll drop a message that we’ll discuss it tomorrow. I texted her back.
1 minute. I am calling. Let me hear you.
We were on call but there were no talks. It feels like we are listening to our breaths?
A sweet giggle.
Okay, you should sleep now. Wait, I said…
. . . . . . Do you still want more breaths to be heard along with the rain droplets and the sweet winds?
Maybe yes. Or maybe no. I don’t feel the wind.
I’ll try to make it more lighter than my breath to make you feel more and understand the aura of wind and the sweetness it carries.
That would be more than beautiful. But, wait, my ♥️ getting more beats. Are you trying to transfer some of the excitement too? I asked.
A whispering smile with a sign of a YES.
Let’s sleep now. It’s near to 3 AM. ‘Night
Its been a rainy day throughout the day and there were guests pouring up too. Got some dishes and sweets ready and was having a conversation with them. A text, can you come over?
Now? I asked.
I am with the guests and I got work to do.
I got your favourite book, I’ll read it for you.
Okay. I’ll see you in 35 minutes.
I smiled and took a leave from the guest place and the conversation and promised to join after a few hours. Yes, they’d a plan to stay over.
**Dinggggg** the door bell rang. She greeted with a warm welcome with some tea and pakoras (inflated potato chips here)
You want to leave early? She asked.
Looked into my eyes and asked with the help of her blinking eyelashes, do you?
Smiled and got the book. Do you want to come over to my room? Or sofa is comfortable?
Sofa is fine.
But, I want to read it staying very close to you.
Would you be able to read the whole book, I mean 340 pages.
Count on my breaths, darling.
I felt the warmth, I missed. Can we try finishing the book with the same warmth?
My room maybe?
You want to say something, she prompted.
Nothing. The warmth, the pure soul, non altruistic approach, the proper touch was missing for quite sometime and different thoughts ran through the nerves of my mind. True people exists with a proper meaning and pure soul, the mind gave a hint. But, doing good to others is what I believe.
She replied, remember, when people act shady, betray your trust, have double faces just allow them to do so. Their choices are a direct reflection of who they are, not who you are. Don’t ever sink to their level.
Soon after, held my hands. Looked into my eyes…
The pages continued…
PS: The inverter was on and it made a beep sound. It was charged? Isn’t it? 😉
I just got a bit late today for my evening walk after work but as usual the weather was calling out different names in the form of loud sounds; Thunderstorms! Not again, I have to go for the evening walk. Dressed up with sport attire with a feeling of getting drenched today, I made a decision to go. You want to get drenched asked my heart? The mind responded with a big YES!
With an aim to finish three miles, I just stopped by half a mile and asked myself whether I should complete rest of the laps? I was constantly watching the fight between my heart and mind, they were trying to convince whom? Me or my soul or my belief or my trust? Well they were trying to have ice-creams of all the flavours with a bronze spoon. I tried with my belief and trust and tried for more miles. I was half a way through. It was a sense of great accomplishment and great delight to my mind, heart and corresponding their beliefs and trust.
Was it all by mind? Or was it all by heart? It’s everything on our mind, the story said and the confusing conclusion remarked upon. You think and you become that. You want to be a billionaire in the next second, you are one, who is stopping you! It’s all by the thoughts played in your mind. The mind is your beautiful movie theater which lets you see many movies in a single screen or may be different ones, depends. You want to be an Oscar awarded individual; you are one, awarded by your mind!
My walk was coming to an end and I did engage in a conversation with many of the evening walkers regarding thoughts and the mind. The mind and thoughts to them is mere a flow of air which they allowed to enter in their mind(s), if they want to, else they were open to travel with another air which had less troubles. Talks and talks were handed over to me, my friend, significant other and some strangers, the same day we started discussing over mind, heart and corresponding beliefs and trust.
Did I tell you that, you are a part of my beautiful story where you are the actor/actress performing a great movie with a powerful message? Did I also tell you, that, this, was only a cup of tea that made me think of a beautiful story like this between you and me playing together, with our thoughts, mind, and our heart, yes, we are in the same see-saw looking at each other with the same smile thinking of crafting a new story for you and for me and for everyone to bring out peaceful minds and happiness.
So is it the only the ‘tea talking’ ? Or ‘talks over’ a cup of tea? 😉