Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Pest

Pests…

The small irritating things in your life, around your house, at the back of your mind…

Like the rats that start their chatter just when you are drifting into good slumber…

Like the lone mosquito that can ruin eight hours of rest and refuses to go away…

Like that hum of the refrigerator when all goes quiet, the drone that refuses to go away…

Like that leaking tap…drop by drop in the lull…every second…it refuses to go away…

Like that low buzz of vehicles anywhere and everywhere in the city…no respite…and it refuses to go away…

Like that person…

Who refuses to go away…

The way your nerves feel around your temples when you hear the voice…see that message…that drone of endless sentences rolling out one after another…it all refuses to go away…

Pest.

2 Thinkers Pondered:

Utsarg said...

Returning the comment you had made on my post sometime back. http://wellmaybeurcorrect.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-circled-footsteps-and-soiled-leaves.html

At 12:00 PM, Blogger Anupama Kondayya said...

Regrets have a strange way of returning often, and either not allowing us to move forward or forcing us to go back again and again...until we make peace with them. So it is with many other things in life...memories, the difficult lessons from the past...just when one thinks one is moving on, one finds himself right back there.


Key thing is the oft repeated and cliche phrase of "moving on".

Anupama Kondayya said...

Utsarg,

Many times no matter how much you struggle emotionally and try and move on...even when you're ready...there is something inexplicable that keeps you in that place. Its like chains in your feet...still figuring out how to cut those and move...