Apples

I just want to lie in bed and not participate in life. My freshly washed lilac sheets complements this desire extremely well. Post-internship days have passed with slow, long breakfasts, lunch-hour scurrying around the salad bar, after-dinner juicing till midnight and occasional afternoon naps. So far so good I think!

On Sunday I met my beauties; braving the rain in my 3 inches with a completely raw blister to Smita's car and she drove us all there. We termed this as 'adulting' - meeting up for weddings, driving ourselves to place/giving directions to our friends to places, discussing when is the next year, talking about possible futures and also old times. These were hardly the things we would have ever thought of when we first met but it's all rushing onto us now and it feels same but different.

Now that I am free from the 8.30 - 5.30 grind, I actually put said subject into greater perspective. I'm still giddy from all this freedom and hence a very convoluted paragraph that will follow but I hope some kind of point comes across. 

Time.

Is the most powerful. It captures and it passes. 

Time is what I had between the months of post-exams-pre-results anxiety/panic
Time is what I prayed for Mum when she was in hospital recovering
I prayed for its powers, for it to live up to it's abilities
That Time was a healer
I put it to test
And it scored with a decent A+
Time is an observer, it watches
Beginnings, Processes, Endings
Time comes in all forms
Physically a watch, mentally a marker
It is absolute, firm and definite
Though intangible but has the most tangible effects
They say we need water to live
I say we need time
Ticks and tocks ticks and tocks

I didn't mean for this as a poem. It is what came to me as a stream of consciousness as I processed how I've put it into perspective.

I shall go to bed now, and think about more things tomorrow.
Thinking is quite therapeutic, strangely.