Ramblings on a Sunday Night

Words ditch me these days! And yet, I have a constant stream of thoughts flowing through my consciousness through most part of the day. I’ve never tapped into them, because these are intensely personal thoughts, even though sharing them sometimes might be a good idea.

Most days, my thoughts appear to be repetitious. Why? Because, I’m stuck in a rut, and so is my life. I’m homebound, caught up in a vicious cycle of tasks and chores from which there is no escape. Some days, I feel I’m a wheel within a wheel, that must keep running in circles, to keep things in motion, so life will go on smoothly. And yet, I know, I’m utterly insignificant, like a cog in that wheel that has no power or capability to change absolutely anything in the world right now.

I wish to write of wonderful things but I cannot conjure wonderful images these days.

I wish I could write something uplifting to be proud of. But, apparently, I fail there too. Caught in the diurnal movement of life, I’m just doing my job to keep things running. Some days, I’m reminded of how consistently, I’ve failed to produce, any piece of work that I can show as my achievement—it drives home that feeling once again — of being utterly worthless, unproductive and hopeless. Thankfully, it’s only some days.

I often find myself questioning—Who am I? Where is my life leading me to? What am I supposed to do? My purpose? My goals? Where is my path ahead? Does anything make sense anymore?

The questions bother me. I’m still trying to piece together the puzzle that I think I am. A bundle of contradictions, a lost soul, a wannabe so-many-things that one has lost count of, a could-have-been-somebody-but-didn’t, a work-in-progress to be a better human, never quite becoming anything that one wished to be in life. A grand failure, in every way I guess—nothing more than a hopeless creature tangled in the web of life, constantly trying to struggle to make sense of things.

And yet, despite feeling so worthless, I feel blessed to have woken up alive in the mornings, to embrace the possibilities of another potentially fruitful day, when one is able to see the possibilities; those are the days when I’m optimistic about thriving in hope and wonder in a world that constantly pulls me into introspecting about our current state of lives.

On the days, when I do stumble upon my words, I realise how my limbs are aching from being physically exhausted, with my brains fried and my soul filled with numbness that knows no end. In short, I’m just too tired. Both physically and mentally. Of everything!

I wish to find my peace again and see my soul rise with new possibilities, new hope and perhaps, some new thoughts too! Words…ah, yes, some new words and some genuinely new ideas to work upon.

Have a beautiful week, friends! Stay safe and hang in there!



Written as part of our #SoulfulSunday freewriting exercise—a concept ideated by VinithaShilpa and yours truly.


3 thoughts

  1. I guess, a lot of us have exactly the same kind of thoughts these days as you do, Esha. These are tough times for all of us. I’m glad you could share them here. Take care. Hugs.

  2. I felt sad reading your thoughts. Esha. I wish all your days to be filled with optimism and you have not a day of thinking you are insignificant. If this post would have been about something else, I would have mentioned that I marvelled on your writing which I do absoultely. Only that it doesn’t feel nice and right in this context. Hugs. Lots of hugs.

  3. Tight hugs, dear Esha! I can feel your helplessness, hopelessness and desperation in every word you have written here. How I wish I had a magic wand. I would grant you your every wish to get out of the present situation, fulfil your every dream and see a smile on your face.
    Tell me, how can I help? Anything I can do to get you feeling better? I pray things get better for you and some day, soon, you find some time to do all that your heart desires.


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