Oops! Recently, I shifted to a new, smaller (then the previous one) house.
At first, I wasn’t used to it. I woke up in the morning to find myself on a different bed altogether (it means, the nap was tight).


In the morning, I had so many things to figure out: brooming, washing, cleaning, bathing (when you have so many things to do, even your personal hygiene seems to be a tough task), breakfast, lunch preparation, and then office, succeeded by a long hectic journey at the end of the day, and then again back to the house when it’s time for dinner and then falling asleep while watching television.


This schedule continued for two long weeks! Then, at the end of one fine day at work, I returned and entered the house in the evening and it felt a tad bit darker than usual, while everything was solemnly quiet around me. I was putting down the things (the bag, keys, some eatables) by my side and felt that extra “khaamoshi” around me.


Later that day, a thought scratched my mind:

» What If I lose all hopes of going back to my previous house, my home?

» What if I have to spend the rest of my life here?

» What if I am not able to build a bigger, better, new house for myself?

» And, what is that one thing which has kept me so lively for the past 2 weeks?

» And I instantly realized that the answer to that last question was a ‘Busy’ mind. In this case, ‘my’ busy mind.

» There were so many things going on in my mind throughout the day at work, that my preoccupied mind just filled-in the emptiness of the surroundings. And this busy mind shall keep me alive with hope for the coming days… Until I adapt… Until I am habitual of the emptiness – the emptiness of my void surroundings.