It is that time of the year, when there is chill in the wind but you want to feel it on your dry nose and sleepy eyes, when the sun rises a little late and sun rays get filtered through the mist and though your routine doesn’t change much you still enjoy the slowed down pace and rising festivity in the surroundings.
For him, it is that time of the year too. When rather than rushing to office, he would like to cuddle up and snooze for some more time. Wake up to the smell of a coffee and toast, go for walks, spend lingering evenings in someone’s company and well you know what…
Probably it is just his theory, this seems to be the fragile time of the year wherein hooking up seems to be the only logical thing (wonder which organ is doing the thinking but). It is just his theory.
Addicted to TV shows such as Prison Break, Dexter, Heroes, Lost, it has him thinking life comes in seasons. Each lasting a year with 12, 52 or 365 episodes and probably this is the time of year to wind up yet another season.
Last year, around this time, he was thinking about visas, back packing Europe all over again, vacation in the Black Forest, concerts to attend and well new years and yeah a quarter of international exposure. New year seemed to have topped his agenda which included begging for someone credit card to book flight tickets to some place thousand kilometres away, reshuffling flights and going broke. All, for what he thought is to shape up into something.
This time around, year is drawing to an end and he isn’t really looking for parties though he knows it isn’t tough to find one. He isn’t planning a trip anywhere, happily sunk in the blanket of his laziness he doesn’t plan on going broke or berserk, but then he had planned it so last time around as well.
He just got back in time in office to relieve other colleagues to happy year ending holidays while he intends to man the fort with aching back and blank mind. Mind stuck somewhere in his home town. Stuck in those three weeks holiday which just passed by. Nothing special happened; he didn’t go anywhere other than visiting three doctors and attending some weddings. Although, time spent by the sea face, breaking onto the terrace of his college and long, aimless drives with a couple of friends is what he treasured the most from this trip.
Saving and investment advice from parents, queries about future plans, marriage proposals from some so called well-wishers at marriages he attended, a quick meeting with his brother, dropping by his x’s house, passing those cafes and clubs and food joints and a little reckless visit to a psychologist were the dots he was still trying to connect in the past few days.
He remembered what his friend said at Hard Rock café, Mumbai, ‘Know the things that really matter and the ones which don’t. And don’t be in a race with your peers. Don’t chase your friend, compete against yourself. But for now, down your beer.’ And he downed it.
A lot is on his mind. Had it to do something with what happened to his city in November. Or the way year had turned out? He could be anywhere in the world, but he is still there, where he was the last time around at this time of the year.
