Of Moving Forward- Part IV

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It's a Monsoon cold night and I have the main door and a window open as the clock meets midnight. Having wrapped in blankets and an old Red sweater, I have my pet sleeping next to bed, as calmly as ever. I don't mind spending the rest of these cold hours looking at him sleeping so peacefully. He knows I'll be there. I know he always is. I guess this is what I'd call contentment. I guess I am, now, contented.

I see books in front, but I restrict myself from reading because I cannot allow myself of the involvement if I have something else in mind too. Nights here are getting colder, darkening the thoughts that lately live in mind. Early mornings are always pleasant but perhaps I have got nothing in my pocket yet. Just yet.

Forgive me, I can't write more.

Comments

  1. quartertoinsaneJuly 23, 2012 10:01 am

    Monsoon cold... A lovely expression it seems

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  2. ʞɐJuly 23, 2012 10:34 am

    Nicely written. :)

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  3. C.S.HJuly 23, 2012 10:42 am

    Very beautiful as always.. I'm so sorry I haven't visited in a while.. I am trying to catch up as fast as I can!! I've nominated you for the Liebster Blog Award.. the tag is completely optional too.. Have a blessed day and take care.

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  4. GhadeerJuly 23, 2012 3:09 pm

    Forgiven- it's beautifully written :)

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  5. Lucy's ShadowJuly 24, 2012 12:18 am

    I remember the monsoon in Kathmandu... Oh how I long for the Indian sub-continent!

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  6. Amrit SinhaJuly 24, 2012 2:46 am

    Nice and pleasant !!!

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  7. deepsJuly 25, 2012 5:05 am

    I guess poem than a prose form would make it sound still better…

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  8. Wine and WordsJuly 26, 2012 12:52 pm

    Introspective piece! Moving forward is positive, and a lot of hard work. It takes so much less energy to stand still in fear, or look backwards with longing or dread. If we quit qrowing we are dead. I enjoy seeing you growing here :) Thank you for stopping by my blog. I appreciate you reading.

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  9. Brian MillerJuly 26, 2012 1:55 pm

    the contentment def comes through...love the sitting there with you pet, the rain...restraining yourself from books...i have to do that as well when i have something on my mind...

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  10. AVYJuly 27, 2012 9:47 am

    I like those dark and cold nights, makes it easier to think clearly.

    / Avy
    http://MyMotherFuckedMickJagger.blogspot.com



    ♥

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  11. AnishaJuly 28, 2012 4:54 am

    Beautiful Piece.
    I know the feeling!

    http://notjustmyallegories.blogspot.in/

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  12. UnknownJuly 28, 2012 7:21 am

    you write beautifully :)

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  13. Ana Álvarez.July 28, 2012 10:03 am

    Thanks for your comment, it is a pleasure to me that people who no speak my language read my blog, really is great :)
    Your blog is great, I read several entries and I run out of words, the way you express is perfect.
    Many kisses, http://thecornerofdreams.blogspot.com/

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  15. AshAugust 06, 2012 11:58 pm

    This is lovely.... :) does give a feeling of contentment!

    Do stop by my blog sometime :)

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