It is on this mundane morning that a quest for meaning emerged. The earnestness of the quest, threatened the mundane-ness of the morning. It was either meaning or mundane-ness. I saw the uniqueness of this polarity as I sat on the couch, keenly observing the cobwebs near the window. It was apparent it needed cleaning, but, I didn't want to introduce a third variable and destroy the polarity. (Yes, a triad makes an interesting geometrical figure, but, the moment it gets interesting, mundane-ness is taken away. See?) So, I continued to sit there watching the cobwebs, living somewhere in between the polarity, refusing to find meaning. What finally made sense was the beauty. The beauty of the mundane-ness. I guess, we all have to see this one day or the other. You don't need a tree to realise this. A couch will do.
Oh, and its a crime to destroy the mundane-ness. Live it. Not many are privileged. We could compare notes once you're done. In the meanwhile, I shall return to the you-know-what and watch it turn itself into an afternoon..
3 comments:
Why is your mundane-ness so sexy? ;)
Meera, there are very few people in the world who would find what you find "sexy". I'm glad to have interacted with a person like you.
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