This series showcases different voices, exploring the thoughts and feelings of fictional characters from various backgrounds and walks of life. Each post provides a glimpse into the unique experiences of individuals across different ages, genders, and professions.
Anaaya
"Time rushes on, but I long for a moment of stillness. Beneath the rainy sky- the once-boundless horizon, a symbol of endless potential; now stirs restlessness, as if the sky holds all the questions I’m afraid to ask. It’s not just the sky that has changed; perhaps it’s me. What once was clear and serene now carries the weight of unspoken words, forsaken decisions, and unanswered questions, all lost in the soft murmur of the rain.
It's September 2024, but I am still stuck somewhere behind. The world outside has moved forward, but part of me remains frozen in some stage, replaying those moments. I want a dreamless sleep, free of worry, and without the weight of limits. No alarms! No hopeful dreams! No scary dreams! No deadlines! No meetings! I want to disconnect from the urgency, from the constant hum of responsibilities that never seem to quiet down. I want a deep, snugly, and peaceful pause!!
I want to sit beside a fire, in a cottage with a peach roof, no stairs within, grill-less windows, and woody walls, that creak with warmth. A place, where time slows, and the world outside fades into irrelevance. The downpour outside may be relentless, but each droplet carries away the noise and haste of the outside world, creating a serene cocoon of comfort. Wrapped in a cozy blanket, I want to lose myself in a gripping thriller, sipping a cup of creamy, milky coffee that can’t quite mask the taste of the cocoa beneath. I want to stare at the screen and chill, savoring baked lasagna instead of staring at the familiar blue and green streaks that pulse with tension, always on the verge of turning into a flashing red warning. In that space, I want moments of simplicity but richness of serenity.
Perhaps, in this retreat, I’ll rediscover the joy in the little things—the way the light dances on the walls as the day fades into dusk, or how the gentle breeze slips through the open windows, carrying with it the scent of pine and earth. Maybe, in the quiet of that moment, I’ll find myself again, untangled from the noise and the rush, free to exist without expectation. Wrapped in the embrace of stillness, I’ll realize that sometimes, it's not about chasing what's ahead but allowing myself to rest in the present. To savor the peace that comes from being in a space where nothing is demanded of me, and I am free to just be."
....and off she goes, 27-year-old Anaaya, gently closing the terrace door with a wistful glance at the Rain, her serene moment slipping away as she hurries toward the beckoning pulse of the office, where the world’s demands await her return.
- Sa.Ka.
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