Sanjana said, “Watch out!!” I was dumbstruck for a split second. Her feline
eyes were pointing to nothing impressive or at the least, significant. And when I turned back, Uhm!! Well!! WAIT!! What’s my brother doing here? But, where is Sanjoo? The darkness abruptly lifted up and Lo!! The view was stunningly beautiful!! The cumulonimbus slowly etched past the magnificent castle! Castle is not the word! I walked closer until I heard a distant voice screaming aloud,
“Sindhu, wake up!! It’s well past 8.” Folks! That’s my mom for you, and it is the fifth time in the past half an hour or so, (Courtesy: My mom 
) it is ‘well-past-eight’, despite the wall clock showing 7:50 a.m now. “Incoherent dreams”, I mutter. Pronto befalls conation. Few stirring motions (1 minute), pushing off the blankets(1 more minute), waking up(1 more, the most tedious part thou’) and sitting numb(Nopz, 2 more). Take a full look at the room, ensure that mom or pops aren’t near the door (their presence doesn’t make much difference either), but at some distance, within which I will be audible. I loudly declare, “FIVE MINUTES” and quickly creep into my blankets and the rabbit is back to its burrow!
These five minutes, THE most precious moments I would cherish forever & forever. Of Course, I do nothing noteworthy now; As a matter of fact, I do nothing at all. I don’t put in any effort to recollect my forgotten dreams, to evaluate the path along which I had been treading so long. I don’t make any plans for the rest of the day. I don’t listen to my parents’ distant (?!) bellows. I don’t ponder over, what my future has in stock for me, if the deadline for the submission of the record is over, if today’s breakfast will be my favorite one, if Yuvraj Singh will make a 100 today, if the publishing of ‘Solomon Key’ will be postponed further. I still have an entire day to enjoy and/or worry, right? All I do now is to savor the vacuum that slowly proliferates throughout my mind.
Numbness, sanctity, sacred silence, zilch, call it whatever you want! I acquire a strange satisfaction in cheating my parents in the silliest possible way, a satisfaction that you will never achieve by snoozing dumb alarm clocks, back at the infernal, yet beautiful room of mine!!(Mom, Papa, now u know why I miss u a llllllotttt!). Even 24 hours of sound and peaceful slumber is never going to give you the immense pleasure that you would acquire by stealing those five minutes, all for the sake of sleeping again or pretending to doze off again. Hehehe… I had been practicing this for the past 18+ years, abiding by my instincts, after all. And to complement them all, when you receive a couple of gentle pats on your back (that are essentially intended to be a rude thwack), LIFE IS JUST HEAVEN.
And to finish off, this is no sign of blemish. Not just ‘coz a common man in his right senses does it, nor ‘coz your mom and dad did it too when they were young (you can make this assumption safely, thou’ your parents were, are and will be denying it). But this is in adherence to the fact that, soothing your mind, body and soul for a short span of time would help you revitalize your own self for the rest of your day AND life. And I bet there’s no better way of doing it, none that I know of.
P.S.
1. To my friends who wonder why I am into blogging a bit later than you expected me to be, I hope this post does enough justice.
2. Blogging is *NOT* my New Year resolution. Pinky Swear!!
