I had forgotten just how sweet it can be.
I had forgotten just how good it feels when you can remain snuggled under the cover, in the darkness listening to the heavy fall of rain outside. I let an hour pass as I turned from side to side drifting in and out of sleep. I decided to finally get up after the domestic help had left and the house had fallen silent. I switched off all the fans and opened the windows wide. Rain sprinkled in along with gusts of wind. I could hear the mad rustling of the Peepal tree outside as I sat down with a cup of tea and the daily newspapers. Four wet sparrows came and sat on the window grill chirping hesitantly. I was so happy to see them. I got up and sprinkled some rice for them, so that they would come again and again to visit me.
After a while I threw the papers away. Today was not a day to read about the bad or even the good stuff happening everywhere. It was just the kind of day for not doing anything. So I just lazed on the bed gazing outside at the darkening sky and the moss covered building. Rain lashed and then slowed down to a drizzle. Thoughts came and went; emotions surfaced and then died out.
It was a day for not doing anything. No reading, no listening to music, no house work, no office work. Just be. In the moment. Guilt free.
The sweetness of not doing anything. I think I will repeat this another day very soon.