Confession- Of a Chocoholic

Early morning fuel or late evening refreshment, milk is always the first beverage that comes to my mind and it must be a glass full, at least. And, this morning the temperature was a good couple of degrees below zero and the temptation to have a hot mug of milk was inevitable. Without further delay, I've decided that Hot Chocolate is "THE" way to start my day. But, my disappointment started as soon as I finished pouring the milk from the can. The mug was only half full. I leave it in the microwave feeling so incomplete of how would I start a day with such "incomplete start". Going out to buy a can or simply borrowing some from the neighbors was ruled out for obvious reasons of procrastination. As the microwave buzzed to indicate my milk was hot, so did an idea flash through the neurons.

Within no time, the mug was up to the brim, so was my content. Magic! It was simple, my roomie the previous night brought home a pack of 'Kisses' and I just put a hand full into my mug. Reminds you of your childhood story "The Thirsty Crow", right? This was exactly what flashed in me, as the microwave buzzed. I never had the slightest clue that a short story from the kindergarten would be so effective, so many years later.

Moral of the story-:

So many chocolates in just a half mug of milk is dangerously addictive, ADDICTIVE.

Tik Tok, Tik Tok.

The other day I was speaking to a cousin of mine who's graduated a couple of months ago; now working as a Techie far away from home and she's never been alone, until now. Each day during our conversations,she gives an account of her different experiences throughout the day as of what happened during work and after. During such conversations, she tells me how freaked out she is, when she hears the clock ticking in the calm of the night.

This reminded me how shit scared I used to be in the same situation when I was a kid. Thank's to the dramatization in horror films, the clock ticking in the dead of the night is synonymous with death itself and leaves an impression on the young minds for quite sometime. But as years pass by, this fright fades off for various reasons.

Presently, at 24 years of everything, something and nothing; the sound of a ticking clock is eternal peace to me. The moment a tik tok falls on my ears, I magically slip into a 'Zen' mode. I simply enjoy every bit of it and feel so blissful that I've got every tik and tok to enjoy such a music from nothing but a small battery operated musician who's instruments are a set of gears and needles. To put it in a better way, it's something like silence personified! Each tik reminds me of how busy I had been all this time, and each tok reminds me to refocus on getting back to what I actually am.

Blame it on the Urban rush, a plethora of appliances, devices and gadgets that make our life "Advanced"; have all these made us lose our keen sense of observation of not only such simple occurrences, but also our own-self? If such a simple tik-tok is a such a rare observation in an urban setting, they say that one can hear their own heart-beat in the highest state of focus, so will this ever be possible for an urban soul? Will the ever advancing, ground-breaking inventions/discoveries in the field of science silence the clock by killing our musician in the near future? Or is it our fast paced urban setting itself that has to be blamed for losing our own self to it? We better brace up....because when we actually get hit, the damage might be irreparable, but we would at least know what hit us.

P.S. It's been a long time since I came back to produce something from this Kharkhana. All my well-wishers who look forward to my posts kept asking me why I was not posting anything. All this while I kept saying was that I did not have anything substantial and that I was busy, or for the simple fact that this kharkhana is place of free expressions and not something to force upon. But how far were all my excuses really true? Am I my own example for having lost to the urban pace? Reasons might be many, but I whole heartedly dedicate this post to Lily, my lovely cousin who if did not share her lil' experience, I would have taken even longer to take time for expressing such intense feelings.