i am mapping my emotions again...blank,thought,blank,thought, blank, thought...thought, thought, thought...then the mind refuses to differentiate between meditation and commotion. Meditation is something for the confused, commotion is this confused person in a state of peace.i find myself somewhere in between these two posts.
i drove from Patparganj to Vasant Kunj, the a/c in the car does not in order to compliment the soothing heat that balms your skin, soothens your eyes and wrinkles your thoughts for the whole drive. i enjoyed the drive because my mind was somewhere else, not on the roads or the passerby or the accompanying vehicles. i woke up in fits of awareness(s), realising that i had been driving with the subconscious...hands on the wheels, feet on the pedals, eyes on the road...mind-somewhere else. i wonder how this marvellous feat resides under my doormat?? a surreptitious breeze of human achievement claps my senses, i am human.
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