Summerly Warmth

How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?

The summer air of 45 degree Celsius, heated up the immediate world
outside. Parthiv looked at the shadows of the moving leaves which fell
on the balcony floor outside the black tinted glass door. Had it not
been for the heat lurking outside the door, Parthiv might have
I prepared a cup of coffee with milk and stood out on the balcony,
watching the world move by.

The clock played its tune, accompanied by five individual ringing of
bells. It was 5 pm; each year during summer days, the Sun outside
found reason to shine more and shine strong.

A picture of a pink moss rose covered the 23.8 inches monitor screen
of the computer. Parthiv was preparing a post for his social media
page. He had been doing so for a while, and was at a stage where the
The future had started to look promising while continuing to do so.

Parthiv stared at the picture with a relaxed focus, he wanted to make
it is as close to natural as possible. Parthiv had clicked the picture
using his smartphone camera, when he was heading out to a chemist shop
one day.

Smartphone cameras are a technological marvel; 20 years back from now
it was hardly imaginable that a smartphone would one day play music,
let alone click the pictures they click today. However, it can be an
over exaggerating comment to make that ‘a smartphone can take pictures
which are near true to life’ or for that matter many of the cameras
out there.

Parthiv had a diverse collection of photographs, he had this habit of
capturing any interesting subject that caught his eyes and in some
cases the subject could be anything.

“You can never really tell which photograph might blend in with your
work or spark an imagination. Each photograph is a content waiting to
be made”, he told his friend one day.

“Don’t you think you have spent time looking at the subjects through
the photographs more than what you have spent looking at them directly
through your own existence at the moment?” Parthiv’s friend had asked
him a few days before.

Parthiv didn’t have a clear answer then, but the question grew in his
mind, and suddenly he realised something was missing from the
photographs, they had started looking less natural than they did
before. The feeling of the moment was non-existent.  Maybe, after
taking the photograph of the flower, he should have taken a moment to
admire the flower even more to find what was more to discover.

It was time. The chair was empty with slow slight movement from the
recent vacancy, the computer screen turned off, the curtain pulled
over, the blades of the ceiling fan slowing to their eventual stop,
the atmosphere of the room adjusted to the recent absence and silence.

The garage door opened and a red hatchback backed out. The driver side
of the door opened, a pair of legs with black sneakers stepped out,
they moved near the garage door and the door came down, then they
returned back to the car and shut the door before pulling and locking
the seat belt.

Parthiv drove through for a look.. a look with deeper observation at
what was out there, and how their presence was seen through the eyes
and felt through the mind and heart.

Written by Anuran Chatterji

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