The last two weeks.
I went to take care of my mom out of love.
I did take care of her out of love.
But the last two weeks have been a blur.
A hospital visit. Sitting there for days. At parents’ home. Back to home in Delhi.
But maybe this blur has a lesson.
I do not know what exactly. Because I am in a blur.
Yesterday I clicked my pocket and suddenly felt my keys. I did not remember when I locked the home while stepping out.
Usually my brain always felt clear. Now it feels nothing. Other than a blur.
No one is at fault. Other than the fact that I let go of feelings without feeling them. So that they become a blur.
That blur creates a slur in the way our life appears.
Not worth it.
Feel your life.
You have shut it down enough.
Feel it so that you are finally free of everything that eventually flees.
The blur is not your fur to don, it is merely a purr that will disappear.
The blur is going to be over. It is going to be fine. Not “Ross” fine, but really fine.
