Is my life in a perfect random motion?
Each day I wake up, dress up, color my lips with subtle pink lipstick, put on a show to go to work. So does everyone. The show doesn’t stop.
My day begins with a promise of hope and ends up carrying a bundle of lessons. Sweet or sour. I call it a day and move on.
The joy and juggling never stop.
But Pain progresses; unlike before, turning into a bud. Purple bud. Productive-pain.
Nowadays, silence speaks volumes.
Words and sentences create ambiguity.
Holiday destinations are shifting from Goa to Yoga.
What seemed to be healthy and hormonal is soulful yes I am referring to the steamy story intimate moments.
Street food and fancy café attract me on rainy days.
A warm cup of tea is my feast.
Does it resonate with your life-pattern?
I need to know if my life is in perfect random motion?
Shweta
