After a brief break of Sunday, Monday is all over us again.
Siesta is gone, gone is languor, replaced by solid work.
It is office time. No time to waste. You’ve to reach in time.
It is rushing on in car, on bike, hurrying feet, choking at each other, anxious to overtake, to move ahead.
Back in office, computers are computing digits or flashing data or diagrams or information on ups and downs of slippery share market.
You start making money.
In the whirlwinds of activity, take time off to look out of the window.
Rest your tired eyes on the shimmer of long-cleft coconut trees, prodded by southern winds.
The flame in Shimul trees.
The riot of orange in Palash.
The birds in their aerial (ad)ventures under blue canopy.
But up to a point.
You cannot indulge in them for long.
Your work will be hampered. Your Job will be scanned and stand at serious risk.
After the tense day, back home, try to walk whatever open space you have.
Brush your hands over the leaves of glum trees. They are waiting for you in the garden or on the roof.
Water them.
They will come alive after battling with sweltering sun all day.
They will smile at you. You, too, at them.
A meeting. A union. A renewal of bond with nature.
And a chance to be a window to yourself to let light come in to your life.