It is 12:31 AM on the clock and my head feels like a fuzzy soap bubble – you touch it, you lose it...poof!
There are exactly 7 work assignments to attend
to. One kitchen to be cleared. Few interior design references to collect. A
text to be dropped to check on a cousin and one child to be nursed to sleep
again, as and when he wakes up.
I can see my colored hair from the corner of my eyes while typing this. They look dry, lifeless, and rope-like. The insides of my tummy are feeling funny - I had my lunch/dinner at 5:30 PM today. I think my body is indicating me to eat something. I don’t feel hungry though. I know how hunger pangs feel.
While I type this, my brain is also bringing up an
image I saw while video-calling my mom-in-law today – My bloated, double-chinned
face. I had not liked the image and had promptly reverted the camera to show
her the rain-washed greens around. I have gained weight and I don’t feel good
about it.
My husband is sitting at an arm’s distance from
me right now. He is attending his office work too. It has been more than
an hour since I put our son to sleep and joined him in this room to finish my
pending work. We haven’t exchanged a word yet. The occasional sounds of his
chair moving, his metal rakhi hitting the study and my keyboard’s clickety-click
are louder than pleased.
The kind of peace we have in this room right
now is exactly what I crave throughout the day to concentrate on work, but now
that I have it, my mind is again wandering to find some peace from this peace.
This is funny. My head is not processing the expected outputs.
Wait. Another image is popping in my head - A
switch on my back. If I turn it off, I can save some power. This is good. How
do I reach for the switch though?
My arm doesn’t reach my back.
