A Day out with my Thoughts

I am sitting at a coffee shop drinking coffee and it’s raining heavily. It’s a heaven like feeling a coffee mug in hand, a big glass window through which every drop of rain is very clearly visible, a pen and a notepad. Rains are always a pleasure to watch, there is this unknown satisfaction that one feels. What else can one ask for, and of course how can I forget the beautiful and lovely faces that I am surrounded with. A feeling of bliss has dawned upon me. A feeling that cannot be penned down. No words seem to be enough to capture what I am feeling right now, but still there is this craving to put it on paper, like an artist. Yes it is the artist that makes sure that all his feelings can be felt in his work of art. But I am no artist. I can just try. But I somehow feel some feelings are best left un described. I guess the beauty lies in the fact that no language can translate that particular feeling into a word, and if it might get a word it will loose its charm.

Wait I see someone approaching me, she seems beautiful and fancy, and polite too as she very politely asks me to sit by my side. I offer the seat next to me and now I have in view her beautiful eyes which are shining like diamonds, they have a spark in them. I am all surprised as unaware of her identity. In an instant she comes very close to me as if trying to reveal her identity. But before she could do that, I am interrupted by another beautiful and strange intruder, without asking she sits next to me, I am unable to react as I am in awe of her beauty. I felt a strange connection to them as if they are my own. Both of them in chorus said "We are your thoughts." In an instant I was filled with thrill to see my thoughts in person.

Every thought that I met while sitting in that coffee shop was beautiful. In fact the beauty of the thoughts was ever increasing. There are so many thoughts that are sitting by my side now each forcing me to pay attention to it, and I a plain being is experiencing a sort of failure for not able to manipulate them. One thing I have understood is that they come on their own will, behave like a hurt school girl if not paid heed to, and to my surprise some even use tempting ways to get attention. They are very reactive; a plain incident seems like a nuclear attack. Fault is mine I have not tamed them and they have become wild now.

Strange is the word!