My daily routine has become a loop of office-home-(sometimes)market. The time in home is spent in reading magazines and whizzing in front of laptop. The mornings are so rush that I don’t even get to open the windows to let the fresh air come in and the in evenings I feel so tired ( no tired is not the right term, ‘lazy’ will be better) to exercise or go out unless you have to rush to market for shopping/ knick-knacks and so the time is spent lying in the couch breezing through magazines and listening songs.
You don’t get such kind of insightful wake-up call on your own. There is always something small/ big that triggers it, right. Yes. It so happens that some time ago we planned of a little get-together of friends at my place in the evening. I live on the first floor. So after office my friends came to my place. I pulled the curtains aside to open the window and one of my friend gushed ‘Wow’. I was like what. What did you find attractive in opening a window? And she pointed to the big tree covered with bright red flowers that stood in the lawn of the ground-floor occupants and towers high into the air. “Never in my life I have seen tree laden with so many flowers.” I smiled but deep down I feel guilty. All through this time I had gone to my balcony umpteen times to hang clothes , I had opened and closed the windows every day but never did I care to see that tree laden with so many bright red flowers!! I looked again at that tree. It was indeed laden and bent with bulk of flowers.
Yes that was the wake-up call for me to look into the materialistic life I was leading.
I am in the good company of books, movies and music but it has been long since I took a stroll in the road just for the pleasure of walking and taking in the sereneness around me. All I have walked is for getting from one place to another with the aim to reach that place.
I am sitting in an ac office but it has been long since I sit on the railing of my terrace when it’s breezy outside to feel the air on my face. All I have done on such weather is ponder how will I commute to office if it rains tomorrow.
“What is this life if full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?” This poem suddenly makes sense now and fits in the situation.

Whenever my alarm-bell rings , I have this habit of putting it on snooze. The bell has rung and still I haven’t wake up. I have been keeping it on snooze mode every time it tries to wake me up. I think the limit is over now and I have to wake up now else I would never know when the sun is over my head and the time is lost.
Pic courtsy:http://picture-book.com/files/userimages/800u/gift.jpg