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  • Late Night Reflections: Nature and Nostalgia

    Yesterday evening at around 5:30, I went to the river. Sat there for almost three hours. When I looked at the gently flowing river, I felt my heartbeat slowing. I’m glad that there are places in nature that offer such silence. It isn’t the kind of silence that one fears. I sat near the flowing waters and meditated. Before last couple of months, I used to go there every weekend. I missed going there and yesterday evening, I was so glad to be back there.

    Sometimes the evidence of divine is experienced but not in the ways in which a logical mind would understand. Not everything in this world seems logical. I feel that not everything in this world has to be logical. The most bizarre experiences of our lives keep challenging our logical frameworks. When I sat near the river with closed eyes, I felt this profound stillness within me. Everything fell quiet.

    After sunset, I drove to a bar nearby. Had a beer and roasted fish while I listened to some old melodies from the 90s. I love to sit in places that do not bother me. I love cafes and eateries that aren’t too crowded, and so I do not have to be in a rush to eat and pay bill and leave. I like to take my time. I like to observe things around me. I like to talk a bit with strangers. I do not want to do much of other stuff.

    I returned home at around 9 at night. On my laptop, I saw these people from the 8th century raiding and massacring everywhere. They’re popularly known as Vikings. Not much of anything else was done that night.

    – Tomic

  • Thank You, Readers: A Writer’s Comeback Journey

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    I am back here after almost two years. I was active on Instagram. I think Instagram sucks for writers. There isn’t much engagement between readers and writers. I do appreciate the photography community of Instagram.

    I haven’t written much in the past two years during which time I was away from this space. Had I not left this space completely and forgotten about it, I know I’d have written much much more.

    Anyways, I’m glad to be back here. I’ve always loved this space. On here, I feel free in writing and sharing whatever I want to. I do not care even if nobody reads. Luckily, I’ve always found a reader.

    I would like to thank all my fellow readers and bloggers who are still connected to my blog. You motivate me in keeping going.

    I’d try to be regular on here from now onwards. I’m also thinking of making some changes to this website with regard to its looks and design. I’ll see what I can do about it. Please feel free to drop in any suggestions/ideas.

    – Tomic

  • Reflections on a Foggy Night

    How hard can it be to close eyes and simply sit. Speaking of eyes, my eyes are heavy with sleep. And yet, tonight, I want to write something.

    Now, 11:00 at night. Today, a friend’s birthday. Yesterday, he met with an accident while he was riding his motorcycle. At around 11:30 yesterday night, four of us drove to the spot of accident and somehow brought his damaged motorcycle home, parked it.

    Yesterday night, the fog was thick. Those ghostly roads were without any heart. Luckily, we came back without trouble. Upon returning, I found that my clothes were damp with mist. I looked towards the flyover that ran across the highway. The bright streetlights dimmed by thick fog. Fog was flowing on the highway like white river. The headlights of passing vehicles looked like floating candles or lamps.

    Later that night, I woke up around 2:45 and ran to the toilet and screamed with my mouth in the commode.

    – Tomic

  • Reflections on Life: Embracing Small Moments

    Went to sleep at 5 in the morning. The entire night was spent in this small cafe with a couple of knows faces, discussing about small mindedness, mental health, curiosity, depression among other things.

    Around 4:45 in the morning, the fog started settling over the town. I wished to drive back home, bring my camera and come back and click a few pictures. When I got home at 5:00 in the morning and finally laid down, I couldn’t help but close my eyes. I had put an alarm to wake up at 6:30 in the morning to take my camera and go outside. I woke up at 3:00 in noon and finally got up from bed at 5:00 in the evening. All my day gone sleeping.

    Every man struggles. Every man struggles. Every man struggles. It’s why I never say anything about someone else. It’s why I never form opinions about someone else. in fact, It just doesn’t make sense to me to form opinions anymore.

    I live my life. I like to remain busy with my own learnings and unlearnings of life. Now that I understand things in a better way, I’ve grown quieter. I understand perspectives that may not be my own. Now, I can feel just how vast the universe is and I’m just this small piece of life in it, significant nonetheless. And even if I’m not significant, I’m happy to be here. For now, that is enough for me.

    Tonight, fog settles over the town much earlier. Now, it’s 11:00 at night. Maybe I’ll wait a couple of hours more before heading out with my camera.

    – Tomic

  • Embracing New Beginnings: Reflections Before the Year Ends

    This is probably not a good time. Feels like the year has come to an end, at least for me it has. Tomorrow begins a new year for me. Not much on my mind today. There’s this renewed energy in me to move in a new direction. Other than that, nothing. It’s better I stop doing everything and lay down. It’s better than falling asleep in this chair.

    – Tomic

  • When Productivity Fades: A Reflection on Tiredness

    I’d rather lay down on the floor in shavasana and wait for sleep. Now, sitting in my chair and typing and listening to this raga called Raga Malkauns. My eyes half closed, as if someone drugged me.

    The day has changed. Today is Wednesday. What happened last night after my eyes closed. I do not remember anything other than that I got up from my chair and laid down on the floor, with my back straight and my arms straight. I do not remember my eyes closing. I was tired. Too tired. So tired that no writing got done yesterday and no songs were heard late night.

    Today went in vain. A plant has died. I’m covered in dirt. The never-stopping rain has messed up with my mind. Listening to this relaxing raga. It’s nine minutes past midnight. The lamp light hurts my eyes. I turn it off. Minutes pass. Coldness has filled the space. Eyes become heavier. Heavier. Heavier still.

    – Tomic

  • The Transformative Power of Classical Music

    Listening to this raga late night. The atmosphere of the room is so relaxing. I’m dozing off while I’m sitting in my chair. There’s something magical about this music. I do not know what it is. I just want to sit back and feel the music and let go of everything. Few minutes back, I fell asleep in my chair. The music was like lullaby in my ears. Now, yawning. Again. Again. And again. One more time. This music is the purest narcotic there is. I’m transported to some place else. Rather, this place is transformed into some other, more magical and more magnificent place. I wish I broke down into tears now. It would feel amazing to break down into tears now. I wish to cry for hours. I think it along with this music can purify me.

    No tears last night. Another day now. It’s evening now. Sitting naked in my chair. Listening to this beautiful raga by Sultan Khan and Zakir Hussain. Rag Bhupali. It’s an evening raga. There’s music that’s made from the threads of human consciousness. This is one such piece of music. When you listen to it, it deposits deep in your spiritual core. It touches you in places you never thought you had within you. Imagine the world has ended and you are floating in this infinite emptiness and suddenly you get filled with this pleasant feeling. If there’s a path to feel the divine energy through music, I think it’s through the path of classical music. No modern music seems to reach in those places within us.

    A call. Need to leave this here as it is.

    – Tomic

    Spotify link to the track Rag Bhupali –

  • From Rain to Restaurant: A Night Out in the Downpour

    that day, I had drenched in rain twice already
    the damned rain
    I was sick of it
    give me desert
    throw me in the hot sands of Thar
    I was saying all this to myself
    rather, I was screaming 
    but the sky doesn't hear
    the sky is deaf and stupid
    and it won't stop crying until it's done
    tired of getting drenched, I stopped at
    a friend's shop late evening 
    and sat for a while
    'Nothing seems to be working out'
    said my friend to me while we sat and talked
    'Seems so' I replied
    he ordered coffee, a cup, just one
    the coffee came soon and I drank it
    it was still raining
    soon, a car arrived and my friend hopped in
    and they drove away, all four of them
    who they were, I had no idea
    I waited for a couple of minutes
    outside the shop in total darnkess
    it was still raining
    I said screw it and got on my motorcycle
    I drove to my favorite restaurant in town,
    a small one where not many came at night
    I sat, there was no electricity
    it was still raining
    'Eggs?' I asked the owner
    'Only chicken and fish tonight' he replied
    'Fish' I said
    I put on my earphones
    classical piano
    I needed classical on such nights
    I closed my eyes for a minute and listened
    a voice called my name
    I opened eyes, saw a friend sitting
    opposite to me
    'Tired?' he asked
    'Tired of rain, yeah. I want it
    fucking gone now' I replied
    'Yeah it has kind of spoilt the mood' he said
    we talked a bit
    fish came soon
    looked superb as always, roasted 
    'Fish of smaller waters is tastier' he said
    'That's very true' I said
    I ate slowly
    took me an hour maybe more
    it was still raining outside
    we talked about Indian classical music
    while I chewed on the soft bones
    of the delicious fish
    soon, a bouncer-like figure walked in, sat,
    waited for his takeaway, took it, paid
    and left
    'He's the bodyguard of a don' said my friend
    'Looks like it' I said
    I finished eating, my friend got up and left
    where he went, I had no clue
    I paid the bill
    it was still raining
    'How do I withdraw cash from my account
    if I do not have a card?' the owner asked
    as I started leaving
    'Why do you think I know the answer.
    I do not' I said
    it was still raining
    I ran outside to my motorcycle, sat and drove 
    back to home.

    - Tomic

  • Musical Melancholy on a Rainy Evening

    I’m wearing my spectacles. There are raindrops on my spectacles. I’m trying to write something through the little spots that these raindrops have made on the glasses of my spectacles. It’s today’s challenge for me. I know it doesn’t meaning anything. Just saying.

    It continues to rain through this evening and I think it will rain all night. I had planned to go on a long walk tonight. Now, I’ve forgotten about it. It isn’t happening tonight. It won’t be long before I’m asleep.

    For the past few days, I’m recording my sleep pattern. I wake up every hour. Interesting! I wake up every hour, go to pee and get back under my blanket. The process repeats every night. Every night ends in morning. Interesting! I wake up late and rush to work.

    Workplace can be an interesting place. It depends on the people working there and their bonding with each other. Ah what crap!

    The time is 10:43 night. Listening to this song from 40s. It’s about a prostitute whose heart is broken, and she sings to his lover so that he doesn’t leave. But he has left. All that remains is the melodious singing of the prostitute who sits on the floor in the middle and sings all night to her patrons.

    Where am I. What am I. This wind. This night. This moonlight. It’s all taken from some place else. I’m an imitation, a repetition. I scratch my beard in utter disgust and listen to this new song from 60s. Sung by a male, no less heart broken that that prostitute. What a song! What a night! What an incredible night!

    – Tomic

  • Emotional Poem: When the Sky Weeps

    no evidence of wings
    no trace of sunlight
    the sky is crying day and night
    waiting for a spark of fire
    eyes closed, knees bent, heart broken
    I lay concentrated waiting to be diluted
    this isn't my tune
    this isn't my day
    this life isn't my life
    when will the sky stop crying
    no amount of consolation works
    no amount of thinking about it works
    when the sky weeps, I weep
    I'm so old and deserted
    my home weeps
    no weather can shatter me more
    the quiet outside doesn't last
    I comb my hair with the fingers
    of my right hand
    and die.

    - Tomic