Freewrite

Transcribed from paper.

Unused to writing with a pen. Well at least it’s a gel pen. Reminds me of 10th board exams. The blue gel. The familiar neat cursive as if it was a friend's rather than my own. The fact that it's an Add Gel and I loved the Cat version. I enjoyed the cab ride here, my first time in Aundh, in awe of this plush bungalow-flled part of Pune. I am trying not to hunch but it’s more comfortable when I do. Would probably be better to sit on the floor so I have back support but I don't want to distract everyone's writing by making sudden movements. I’m not supposed to stop writing but I do want to. I want to take in the interesting sights of this beautiful flat. The full floor is one flat. I want to close my eyes and listen to this calming music. It’s very background to your thoughts kind of music but it could also very well accompany me on solo cosy walks. I burnt my hand recklessly last weekend and I’m waiting to see how long it will be before it heals. Secretly, I want a scar, not for any reason except that I want the reminder to not be reckless like that again. It’s funny when you do stream of consciousness writing there are such random thoughts. I’m thinking of this beautiful quote that found me last night - "you’ve been assigned this mountain so they all can see how you’ll overcome it." Everyone’s mountain, if physically manifested and assimilated in one place, neck to neck, would be so vast that we would run out of square footage & would need to colonise oceans. Oceans have mountains already so we will have to stack ours on top till the ocean spills over into our habitable earth. At least whatever is left of what we've done of it.