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The Sweetness Of Doing Nothing

Well summer vacations are here and for the very first time(since I joined college) I feel I'm home after long. Not that I have not been home but I don't remember myself doing absolutely nothing. I've been questioned so many times these days ' what are you doing? whats on your side?' and I realized I'm probably doing nothing. I've erratic sleeping patterns, gorge on food whenever and Read – yes! I've and endless list of ' to read'. I was earlier segregating my text books to be given to juniors when I recalled summer vacations was so much fun during school time. We were given holiday homework ( you just can't escape it) but it was something I liked doing. Now that I have nothing to do, I feel equally happy and satisfied somehow! I've all the time to sit and think of nothing, plan for nothing and worry for nothing at all. How long has it been since I had felt this way?! I go out in evening and water plants; see their shades of green and brown, see the pretty resplendent flowers; stare at birds, ants, cats; see the sun setting; feel the moist, warm air; and just that !! No more, no less. I could spend entire days like this :)

 I came to know that Italians call this state as 'Dolce far niente' simply and loosely translated to the sweetness of doing nothing. What an absolute way of enjoying and rejuvenating yourself. No messaging or checking for mails. Replying to messages at my own pace. Clueless as to what comes on TV these days (besides FIFA). No clue about movies playing at multiplexes near you. No 'to do list'. No compulsion of dressing up ( I spend my entire days in pajamas). So much to do nothing!!
Soon I would be returning back to the routine of doing the same thing day in and day out, of making files and projects and so on. So it's okay to stand still some time. It's okay to slow down and watch the world go by. It's okay to lose yourself in the moment...


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