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Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Celestial Countenance

I just realised that there are some faces that make you instantly happy. Unknown faces, never seen before, never to be seen after. Faces that won't stick in your mind, faces that won't leave a memory. Faces that won't make the cover page of the Time magazine or something like that.

I just happened to smile when I saw this girl in the crowd. Fine, everyone's been there. But in a crowd of a concert video I happened to be seeing. Nothing special, nothing specific. Not someone I'd call beautiful, but somehow, enchanting. I pressed rewind, and I was unable to make out anything different, anything special about her. I even don't know why I am writing this.

And then, there are faces that I long to see. I pine. I daydream. I lose myself.

Completely.

They know who they are.

Nothingness

I have nothing to do, and nothing to write about.

Well, I have loads to do actually, but all those things involve spending time doing something which I don't like, and hence I won't do that. Instead, I sit and write. Since I have nothing to write about, I am writing about the fact that I have nothing to write about.

Life gets redundant after a while. Same old routine, even if the city you are living in now is miles away, and much less fun to be in, than the earlier one. A much smaller space to stretch my legs.

I feel that I have been taken out of a economy-class but spacious car, and stuffed into a cramped limousine. Not cramped with people per se, but cramped for space.

It can get stifling at times, and the people around can tend to trample on your feet, but I won't talk about all those right now. The reason being same as earlier, that I don't like it.

Anyway, I am happy right now. Makes no sense to reflect on the dirt of life. The bubbles, they are nice...