A Doodle from Delhi: Finding Peace in a Busy Day
Today, the world decided to run again. And I had to run with it. The fever is gone. The pain in my bones is gone. But the slowness, the quiet, the rest… it is all gone too. My sick days were hard. My body was a prison. But today, my work desk feels like a different kind of prison. The computer screen is awake. Beep. Beep. Beep. An email comes. The phone is awake. Ring. Ring. Ring. Someone is calling. My to-do list is awake. It is a long, long snake of words. Work, work, work. Rush, rush, rush. Just a few days ago, my world was my bed. It was a world of pain, but it was a simple world. Now, my world is this chair, this desk. It is a world with no pain, but it is not simple. It is a noisy world. A fast world. My body is better. But my heart feels tired. It misses the quiet. So, in the middle of all the noise, I do my secret magic trick. I reach for my box of treasures. My box of postcards. My box of quiet little worlds. My fingers find one. It is not a shiny, colorful picture. It is a dr...