"Fuck YOU!," I think, as I hold my middle finger out towards the moving school bus.. that happened to pass just as I was leaving the house.
"They enjoy leaving me- that driver," I reflect, scornfully, for the umpteenth time. Oh, that bus with its erratic arrivals, ten minutes early today.. who knows, ten minutes late tomorrow, when I'm ACTUALLY on time. Stupid.
So, as has now become a ritual, I muster the courage, and plastic enthusiasm, to brace the next few miles of walking, up and down slopes and through dusty terrains, with as much grace as can be managed in such a dampening occasion.. talk about a sour morning! Thank God it's not Monday though!
Music. Beats. Melodies.. all whirling and whizzing in my head, just to make me forget the reality of the situation.. and so I enter.. barricade myself into a world of my own creation.. a whimsical, musical, and all truly fantastical universe.. where everything falls into place in colourful harmony.. where the green of the trees, the grass, the bushes, turns into a mosaic of hues.. of the fifty shades of green.
Yes.
"John Green," I randomly note.. or rather a random 'shout' in my mind does.. how immersed in the psychedelic experience I am!
The same shrewd voice reminds me that I'm yet to finish the book.. after abandoning it halfway several fortnights ago..
Green.. the leaves.. the blades of grass, all so many.. individually rendered insignificant, but together set the very atmosphere of this particularly cloudy morning.. one of gloom, and yet with an infusion of underlying hope, for something ..new and healthy and natural.. for something life-filled and life giving..
What is it about the fifty shades of green, that makes me wonder? Perhaps it is the peculiar fact that it is just now that I have began to acknowledge its presence, its complexity..
Green .. why won't you speak to me? Reveal to me your many secrets..
"They enjoy leaving me- that driver," I reflect, scornfully, for the umpteenth time. Oh, that bus with its erratic arrivals, ten minutes early today.. who knows, ten minutes late tomorrow, when I'm ACTUALLY on time. Stupid.
So, as has now become a ritual, I muster the courage, and plastic enthusiasm, to brace the next few miles of walking, up and down slopes and through dusty terrains, with as much grace as can be managed in such a dampening occasion.. talk about a sour morning! Thank God it's not Monday though!
Music. Beats. Melodies.. all whirling and whizzing in my head, just to make me forget the reality of the situation.. and so I enter.. barricade myself into a world of my own creation.. a whimsical, musical, and all truly fantastical universe.. where everything falls into place in colourful harmony.. where the green of the trees, the grass, the bushes, turns into a mosaic of hues.. of the fifty shades of green.
Yes.
"John Green," I randomly note.. or rather a random 'shout' in my mind does.. how immersed in the psychedelic experience I am!
The same shrewd voice reminds me that I'm yet to finish the book.. after abandoning it halfway several fortnights ago..
Green.. the leaves.. the blades of grass, all so many.. individually rendered insignificant, but together set the very atmosphere of this particularly cloudy morning.. one of gloom, and yet with an infusion of underlying hope, for something ..new and healthy and natural.. for something life-filled and life giving..
What is it about the fifty shades of green, that makes me wonder? Perhaps it is the peculiar fact that it is just now that I have began to acknowledge its presence, its complexity..
Green .. why won't you speak to me? Reveal to me your many secrets..
