Where does the time go?
In watching fireflies in the summer dawn
Hello !
Is it cold and cozy and rainy, where you are ?
I am watching videos of the rain in Bangalore, in Kerala, and everywhere else where the monsoon is in full swing. Because it is me, and because I have trained my algorithm to show me everything romanticized — I am watching cute videos of kids playing in the rain with abandon, jumping into water puddles, splashing it everywhere. How lovely it must be, I think to myself. Now, whenever it rains here, I have a quiet smile on my face, reminding myself of all those kids from the video.
Did you also, as a kid, often play in the rain outside ? Do you miss doing that as an adult ? Tell me in the comments below
Reading Corner
I am picking Pachinko this summer. Although I didn’t fully like or enjoy Free Food for the millionaires, I have been intrigued by Packinko, and have wanted to read it. I have heard about the general animosity between Koreans and Japanese people, and was curious about the life of a Korean who decides to move to Japan in the 1980s-90s. Is this the best for me, for this season of my life ? Maybe not. Do I need to immerse myself in something very emotionally deep ? Hell, yeah :)
It is also now an Apple TV Series.
Writing Corner
Where does the time go ?
Time goes in missed calls,
returned after, ignoring chores.
It goes in melting into the couch
after a day that never really ended.
It goes in watching scandal spiral
on the internet - over a seemingly
innocent hug at a Coldplay concert.
No really, where does the time go ?
Time goes in watching fireflies in
the summer dawn, in swatting mosquitoes
at the park. In sultry baked evenings,
with humidity for company.
Where does the time ?
It goes in love, packed in lunch boxes,
in eating together, and
in each other’s silences,
chosen
over everything else.