"Ram Milaye Jodi"

Winter has set in and I am back to cuddling into my warm bed and fleece pajamas and chappals and finally inside my cocoon. My safety net. Does that sound very familiar to us as we all have a similar habit that we follow or just bother us as to why we get uncomfortable with the extremities? I have tried to think about it for a while and figured out that anything extreme; love or hatred, warm or cold, good or bad can be dangerous. But do we not know that already? The answer is yes. We do and we keep reclaiming our thoughts and views in the fear of missing out on something, Missing the reason or the idea behind our truths. We have so many different truths at the same time that it gets difficult to differentiate one from the other. I have been busy lately and do not find enough time to read or write but is that true? Can I not find some time and do what I enjoy doing the most? This is the biggest example of what I have narrated just now. Fear of not being convinced with oneself or missing out on something that you might repent. But nobody really knows what one is missing or even if they do they hardly want to accept it. 

I sometimes try to gain clarity about myself, my personality, my thought process but to my dismay, I am yet to find these answers. This really bamboozles me to no extent because I am an adult, living my life on my terms and yet to find who I am? Isn’t that pretty straightforward an answer and I must have known by now at least. But no. I am that stubborn child that refuses to even comprehend something. Hold on. Am I being too critical of myself? That is a very typical me. So no worries. Looks like I am in the comfort of my own self finally. This further solidifies my belief that I know what I am but all I need to know is why and who I am. The answers are not far-fetched and will soon be with me. Till then, I will keep looking and urge you to help me in my endeavor as well.

Digressing from what I was talking about here, I forgot to mention what happened this morning. I was so comfortably sitting in my pajama pants, doing some work that little did it register to me that I had worn it all wrong. Basically, it was upside down but surprisingly it felt smoother and softer than usual and I found nothing wrong with it. Time passed and the day went by. In the evening when I went for a walk in them, I realized I had worn it all wrong. Thankfully, my long jacket saved me from being the butt of jokes but I realized how unmindful I had been the whole time. Probably I should have thought about not being attentive and particular about things in general. 

Instead, I laughed out loud in the evening over a cup of tea with my husband only to find that he had been wearing his pajama upside down as well. This is what you call” Ram Milaye Jodi” or not?