'THE ART OF NOTICING'

 Hey you! yes, you wandering through doomscrolling.

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I think the last time we met, the leaves were golden and tumbling—Autumn whispered her goodbye while you were caught in the whirlwind of days. And now here we are, standing in the summer, the sky painted in heatwaves and sunsets. Time slips quietly, doesn’t it?

Funny, how summer holds so many memories like pressed flowers in an old journal. Sticky mango sweet afternoons, sunburnt noses, laughter echoing from terraces, the smell of chilled lemonade. And yet, we keep moving, eyes fixed on a distant future, walking right past the blooming garden of now—blindfolded by ‘what next.’

Have you ever thought about it?

Do we lose the gem of the present only to mourn it in nostalgia later?

Do we stroll through orchards being blindfolded by our thoughts?

Sometimes, a good memory is nothing but a collection of tiny sparks ,brief, but bright. A surprise pat on your back from an old friend, a night drive under a starlit dome, your own hands cooking the best version of a simple dish, an old melody rising like a ghost from your childhood. No fireworks, no cheering crowd. Just a flicker. A heartbeat. A smile

And you alone on your journey don’t need a crowd to be seen, There’s poetry in solitude. The kind that rearranges your soul while you’re reorganizing your workspace. The kind that sits with you on the edge of your bed and says, “Try that thing you always wanted to.” 

Look closer.That teacup on your desk? It still holds warmth.That plant by your window? It turned its face to the sun today.You did too.

You don’t need a crowd to bloom.

You need breath.

You need curiosity.

You need the courage to look around and say, “This—this moment—is enough.”

Because one day, you’ll look back and realize:

The garden was never missing.

You just hadn’t opened your eyes.

So, go on take a walk through your life today. Smell the blossoms. Feel the breeze, not the silence.

And hey, instead of singing Venmathi on the moonlit terrace, maybe—just maybe—think with your mathi to write the lyric your present😉!

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