Through my lens: Unspoken thoughts

 Hey bench, I have been noticing you from far. You are so wholesome. Big hearted one, giving rest to each passerby.  I envy how much experience you gain. Everyone has their own story and you silently listen to them with full empathy. So rich, full of experience. So secretive as well. I wonder how do you stand still and spread no grapevine. Listening not only to those walking feets but also to falling leaves. Those leaves falling in sync, dancing to melodious beats of wind; some tickling your back, others settling next to your feet. As if they were destined to serve you in this heat.  Best listener. No judgement. I am assured of having a friend in you; to share some deep thoughts in twilight and dusk. Time of the day when no one is eying you so I do not have to share you. You are all mine. You deserve all the love!

Today, I am making new associations in this new setting. My balcony gives me view of yellow flower bed on green grass, lake view with green necked ducks and geese around. None the less, I have not forgotten my connection with you, My Window. You had been with me throughout, letting me peek through your pane, experiencing each season.  Other day while returning home, I was brought back to you unintentionally. My muscle memory took me to by-lanes I had left. I saw blinds drawn to one side, you were awaiting for new tenant. Being newly single in market, seeking new tenant in every passerby.  Oh, was that U-Haul parked right outside for you? Never mind, it moved. And then our eyes met and we exchanged smile, as one would do seeing your own coming back. I get how you feel my window,  our  time was limited but the connection is eternal.  Love is limitless. Bounded by none. I remember our experiences day and night where we made so many memories. I moved out making spac...

I always wondered what it would feel like to have your own space - freedom of your choices vs longing to have another human companion under same roof. Leaning towards later part, I always found a roommate.  And then comes the point in life where it does not matter anymore and you transition towards having your own space. It is quite liberating to set up your space as per your liking, decorate your balcony, build your garden, give motivational talks to those seeds to germinate faster as you can not wait, talk to whispering wind whenever it chimes.  Fact check, no other tenant has your apartment keys! Fridge shelf is not divided, living room is your own, you do not hear another footstep at your door twisting the knob. Wait a minute, is it happening or am I dreaming. I hear those footsteps, sliding sound of glass door. Where is it coming from? Do I have invisible companion? I thought, finally I would learn to embrace the moment of solitude but god had another plans. And I like it...

Gliding from world of Gears to world of ABCs, I am making a shift from blue palette to green. Difference is just in presentation template or there is more? In this world, lot is unknown albeit screen saver is familiar from childhood - wooden horse cart.  (humming in background- " Lakdi ki kathi, kathi pe ghoda"..) I am yet to unfold all the layers. For now, I am picking on the positive vibes embracing the change. While business domain changes, analytics need is same; common goal of serving better, making valuable difference and bringing growth. More than a decade in familiar setting, It was time to bring paradigm shift. And here I am , Building on Belief; finding my ikigai. Staying in comfort zone is easy; inviting mindful upheaval is courageous. This move has served its purpose. I sense it is for better, aligned with aspirations. (Someone has rightly said, "not taking a risk is itself a risk". Ship is always safe at shore, but that is not what it is built for) I am...