Today a thought flashed across my head. Couldn’t life be more like a bus journey?
I would obviously be the bus driver of my life. And there is one destination of course – death – something in common with everyone. Along my drive, I pick up people who have to get to a certain place(similar to mine, obviously) or I will welcome people to join me on a little stretch. Eventually each one of them will alight till only I am left.
I decide the speed of my bus and I define the route. There will be sights along the way, things to discover – shortcuts to take – and long windy roads to cover. At times, the wind will be against me while sometimes the sun will shine. When the weather turns grey or wet, I will offer a trip for those who need some shelter.
Laughter will fill the bus and everyone will share their stories. I will share my pastries to keep everyone’s spirits up and bring a smile to everyone’s face. There could be times when I lose my direction or I might need to U-turn to pick up another friend or even revisit a certain stretch of attraction. These experiences will broaden my knowledge and make me wiser.
No one will have a stopwatch to measure if I am late and on my bus, rulers are forbidden. Smiles are aplenty and kindness overflows the teacups. Warmth oozes from my bus 23.
How does that sound – Anyone keen to hop on?
You know it’s spring when …..
necks are fairly visible on the streets;
toes peek out into the sun;
we see no more bald trees;
gloves are stored away;
sun cream goes up in sales;
and bare legs are no longer rare treats.
PS: A humorous piece I came up with on my way to work today.
where flowers would be blooming in green,
when the sun rises from the west,
where blue grass sways in the wind,
when birds can speak,
where I can fly on clouds.
If only, I could, I wish, I want to live in a world which these are possible.
Lying on the bed,
looking up to the ceiling,
I say, thanks for the roof over my head.
As the cold draft sweeps in,
the radiator quietly made its presence felt,
I say, thanks for keeping me warm on a chilly night.
My stomach smiles in fullness,
the taste of dinner faintly felt on my tongue,
I say, thanks for giving me food.
I continue to lie on my comfy bed,
relaxing, breathing in and out,
I say, thanks for providing a warm nest.
Here I am, living a dream,
doing and learning things I enjoy,
I say, thanks for my family’s support.
Little things pass by silently and quickly,
so routine, so minute, we forget,
that each fraction of a second counts.
Close your eyes,
Hold your breath,
Skin tingling in the light breeze,
the sound of the returning birds,
your heart vibrates with the air waves,
in sync till you feel,
the sprinkling of magic dust drop on you.
Make your deepest wish,
take a deep breath,
and now release, trust and give thanks;
for there is magic in the evening’s spring air.
Lit up and
Only for you and as if;
Vitamins I had consumed, thus;
Seems such an interesting word. Also from Jyoti’s Sheer Joy of Belongingness, after I re-read the first line when I got stuck on the third line. It is quite “piquant” how I skipped over the word in the first place.
Based on thefreedictionary.com, it stated its French origins in the 17th century.
Reflecting at my limited vocabulary, I wonder how many of you have used this word before? Nonetheless, I am glad from now on, there is another option from repeatedly going “interesting”.