Just thoughts

In side my teeny weeny room at Karawenelle, I  am peering  at the screen of my lap top. Soft rays of yellow trickle in through the lattice of my window and try unsuccessfully to compete with the bright glare of my laptop.The crisscross pattern of the lattice projects on to the wall beside me and creates the illusion of a huge wall paper of an intricate pattern.The pitter patter made by my fingers running here and there on the key board is the only sound inside the room , except may be the soft sound of my breathing, if I really stop and make an effort to hear it.In and out In and out.
occasionally a door opens in the vicinity and closes with a muffled thud,spaced by the sounds of footsteps: a house officer coming out of his or her room for a vital purpose, like collecting the dinner, brushing before going to bed. I am soaked up in a comfy layer of solitude.

If I turn my neck I can see the dim light outside my room, which improvises the soft moonlight seeping through my lattice. If I give my fingers a break and lean back on my bed, I can hear the funny fast beat of some Tamil song and then rackety rickety noise of the Night koththu boutique across the road. I can hear the three wheelers rumbling by,an Inter-city  bus squealing on its brakes as the drive turns at our bend.I might even hear the slang words used by some construction workers on the other side of the road weary after the days work. If i was outside,  the noises could have made me uneasy I guess. But inside this safe cocoon of mine I can focus on words flowing though my mind through my finger tips and on to the glaring white screen. I can even at times close my eyes and imagine that I am  home, In my solitude and peace.
When you are met with challenges , choices your are forced to make, you never adapt to the present, you just improvise , so that the present appears like your favorite dream of the past.