An afternoon in my mind

I long for the perfect afternoon. why it has to be the afternoon and not the morning or evening or night even, I don't know. perhaps because in my mind afternoons stretch longer. for some reason the clock grows slow. The lethargy having caught up with it as well, perhaps? Not all afternoons are the same though. Maybe they will be if they were as perfect as a quiet Saturday arvo. Saturday afternoons seem the perfect time. Is it because they have ahead of them another whole day of resting?

The afternoons I hope for are similar.. maybe they belong to slightly warm Saturdays or days when you don't have to be somewhere else with a few things to be done. These afternoons will bring with them intermittent cool breezes that one waits for. The breeze that will feel like the cool side of the pillow on a warm night. Lying down or sitting in an easy chair having put my legs up I will have a book or a magazine to take me to another world. A world in which the my imagination is let loose to show me the most amazing sights than those shown in a movie should the book be made into one. This idyllic arvo will see me day dream, watching the trees sway lazily.

I have a images of this perfect afternoon in my mind. From whence they came I don't know. There's this one, in which I am in a hammock or a cloth backed easy chair or the brown sofa we have now. If it is either of the first two then I am in the shade of a tree planted in white-grey sandy ground. Like the one on which most of Batticaloa stands. Otherwise I am on the brown sofa and not very aware of the surroundings. (I should pay more attention next time this image is conjured up in my mind.) In this image I usually am reading.

Then there's this other image, where I see in a house with a high roof an old fashioned divan which sometimes changes into a flat wooden swing - the sort that is common in India. I can see myself lying down on the said furniture and I can vividly see one end of Amma's soft cotton saree, for some reason is sometimes blue in my images when the very saree I am thinking of is tangerine/golden yellow - which I have taken to cover myself with instead of a sheet - lifting in the breeze. I am asleep. As if I have not slept in years. Out the back door through which the breeze makes its way into the house I can see a a neem tree and a coral jasmine tree. The ground keeps switching back and forth between being red and white-grey.

What obsession is this that I have with quiet afternoons?

weird me!

In the tamil blogosphere a game of tag is being played. it's called the weird game. you have to list few things about yourself you think are weird .

Having put a post of my own upon the request of 3 fellow bloggers, I now realise that more & more of my oddities come to mind. how I have the 'dont care' attitude, the 'complaining me' and the 'almost always happy me' etc. But the standout is what I am doing right now. "writing a post?" one might wonder, but no. I have now noticed in atleast 3-4 occasions that when I am happy and that I realise it (esp if it is in the evening/night) I don't feel like going to bed even if my eyes burn from sleep as if a full bottle of shampoo was poured into them and the head throbs like the skin of the thavil at a katcheri. I stay up all night regardless of having to trudge myself to work the next morn. I stay up listening to songs. currently listening to 'House' music and this:




the last occasion was when I posted the convo with Sashi anna. only a few people can make me laugh regardless of my moods. Sashi anna is one of them. having a long hard chat with him once in a while sort of helps put things in perspective. so understandably I am delighted when I talk to him.

today, yesterday rather - seeing that it is 04:03am 30th March 2007 Sydney time - I went to the temple to help with the poonggaavanam activities. the usual crowd plus some new faces and some old ones not seen in a while. pretty ordinary poonggaavanam related activities I'd say. but made me sooooo happy. I am still wondering why. maybe I shouldn't and just go to bed and rest the pounding head. :O\


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on a related but unrelated note..:

I miss Laali and people asking if we are sisters and her 12 year old face making mock faces at me. come back soon lil' sis. (yes yes..and u too Big Sis.. I've begun to starve already!) :O))