She was a gypsy! Ready to leave all behind, and start anew anytime! Ready to move and forsake her unceremonious life…at her proverbial habitat, at any opportunity!
She didn’t belong to any geographical city or town! Her heart allured her to follow it on an endlessly stretching journey! And she often excitedly appeased it and …entrancingly surrendered, to its enchanting whispers! Full of anticipation resembling a child’s wonder. Ready to explore what’s out there! Ready to set off her temporary roots, once more…somewhere new…
The promise of discovery, always tantalizing! Always mysterious! Always begging her to trust it! What would she contrive?! What would she discover ?! What is she going to learn?! And what array of possibilities and adventures are awaiting?!
She often pondered the old proverb “The grass is always greener on the other side”! How critical it is ! How it’s subtly wise, yet full of disdain, mockery and carries a sense of taunting repudiation!
Is she really that foolish? Is she really that naïve to believe that the only reason for her constant traveling, her constant yearning, her passionate thirst for what’s out there, was all due to not understanding the meaning of settling down in one spot, one house, one job, one family, one circle of people?!
No. She neither believes, nor does she have any faith, in that misleading and judgmental verdict!
Her sensitivity to texture, colour or even a tone, compels her to continue searching…But this is just a simple example, of her complexity! She is aware it can get way more complicated than just following a tone, a splash of colour or texture…at times!
She realizes how she’s a sponge, for anything she can see, touch, taste and hear!But also, how she can see new opportunities everywhere she goes!
She’s a wonderful mixture of impulsiveness and practicality. She also thinks of life as full of opportunities that should not be missed for the sake of settling!
And when she finds herself, learning slowly… the art of being ‘idle’! When she watches herself, leisurely succumbing to sedentary life, she gets up, stretches out her lazy unused dormant muscles; then she dusts herself off and sets on finding a new adventure! Since if she doesn’t! She’s no longer a gypsy! Her bright colours are muted! The reds are all lost hues of beige and muddy browns! And when that happens, if that happens, she might as well call herself….
…..a sad sedentary gypsy!
All confined and forgotten, alone! Weeping over her long lost, and withering….sense of wonder!
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Are you a gypsy?! Or are you happy just settling?!