A perfect day

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I just randomly stumbled upon a question on the internet and I would really like to answer it.

“Describe how you feel when you walk outside to a perfect day.”

Ans.: At first, when I’m getting ready to go somewhere, I’m usually very speedy about the very activity of it and don’t really have anything in mind unless it’s a planned special day (meeting with someone, anyone; a plan to go somewhere, anywhere). I am usually more intrigued by the unplanned perfection of a day. Since I really have a hard time waking up in the morning, I’m not exactly happy about the start of the day. But when I’m all set and go downstairs, step outside residence, the sight of a sunny day makes me delighted. It wakes me up powerfully. There’s something about the natural clock and the way time changes with morning and its vibrant colours and a slight shower of daylight peeking through thick branches of trees up above, the road-the pathway looks so fresh and energetic, I’d keep walking to drench myself in that sunlight.

As I walk, I somehow ignore the people going about their routine because it gives me a feeling that they’re planting a robot in us too, constantly being conscious of the clock ticking and the chores pending. Who cares today? The sunlight is very bright. The birds are chirpy. Look at the glory! I feel very inspired, very motivated to get up each day and start walking around observing the life around me. A perfect day for me is to get out of the house, unplanned and raw. No electronic connectivity along. A perfect day is to take the first bus available and go somewhere aimlessly; to not reach anywhere, just keep roaming and walking around just to clear my head that acts like a maniac sometimes. An unplanned perfect day is just plain motivation, an energy booster. A day when a loud and lousy traffic signals make me happy or that one person observing the life below their balcony reminds me of comfort.

A perfect day is also the one where a few things are planned. A meeting with a friend, a very dear one. Someone that I could share a coffee table with and still not get bored after hours of talking. Behind a listener that I believe I am or people call me, this friend would be someone that gets to hear all my talking and doesn’t mind that! We would go on hunting a book in bookstores and end up reading to each other our favourite lines from a book, blocking the area for others near bookshelves. This friend would occupy all my time the whole day and we’d still have 100s of things to-do.

That way, I believe there are two kinds of a perfect day. Planned and unplanned. The common factor is you and you alone.

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