What if you could freeze time for an hour, for everyone but yourself?
What would you use that one hour for?
You could probably use it to bathroom-sing, in your living room. Or you could use this precious one hour to say a lot of precious words to the ones you love, without waiting for that awkward acknowledgement or reciprocation of love.
You could use this one hour to even do something that you really want to do, but don’t end up doing because you are afraid of people judging you.
You could use this one hour to graffiti your sibling’s cupboard with the name of the band he/she hates the most.
You could use this one hour to eat up all the cakes available in a bakery. (I’m hoping you’ll be as honest as Hermione Granger and leave the necessary money at the till. In new currency, please)
Here’s what I would do with this one hour of frozen time. It’s not a long list, just three things I would love to do in this one hour. (Each task allowed twenty minute slots.)
1. Go shopping
In the first twenty minutes, I’d like to go shop for a nice dress.
As you all may know (and if you don’t, remember it for the further posts), I’m a true blue introvert. That means I hate shopping. Because I dislike crowded areas. That mad rush of searching for something nice to wear is not my cup of tea.
I also hate shopping for another reason: I can’t make decisions spontaneously. And hence, choosing between a blue dress with a white border and pink lace versus a pink dress with a blue border and white lace versus a white dress with pink border and blue lace can stress me out like nothing else. Even permutations and combinations aren’t so stressful. (“Math nerds, hi-fi if you understood the lame joke.”)
So I’d love to shop when there’s no one else moving around. Granted, there will be people in the shop, frozen like statues. But that won’t freak me out as much as the real shopping scene does.
2. Read a book
While sitting on the Bandra Worli Sea Link.
Seems weird, ain’t it? But I’ve had this wish for a really long time. If I could, I would have fulfilled it during the Mumbai Marathon day. But the dodo that I am, I am scared of people wondering that I’m a complete nutcase.
I would like to read this book ‘We Are Still Tornadoes’ by Michael Kun and Susan Mullen again, while at BWSL.
This book is the most fuzziest, cutest YA book I’ve ever read, in a format that I crave to communicate in: letters. The book is based in 1982, and the protagonists communicate via handwritten letters. Imagine the beauty of it! Combined with cool winds and a mind-numbing view.
3. Be a rock star
I don’t know how to play a guitar. But listening to a lot of rock music has made me fantasise about standing on a huge stage, groupies calling out my name (wait, are there boy groupies?), while I sing/scream/shout/yell lyrics and strum my guitar like a pro.
Of course, if I do this when people are not-frozen, I will get a shower of shoes (heels, sandals, flats, formals) on my awesome head and shoulders.
And if I do this when no one is listening or watching me… Let me say that I will have ticked off one thing from my bucket list.
Well, that’s it folks! A post after a long break from blogging. I’m linking this post to the Friday Reflections linky at Sanch’s blog.
I’m promising to write regularly (I don’t know how it’s defined in your dictionary, but in mine, regular means: once a week). I’ve also planned a schedule for the type of posts I will be writing every month. I will mostly start implementing it in 2017, and I hope to not waver from my top-secret plan.
Oops, did I mention my top secret #GearUp2017 plan here?
Now that you do know about it, I would really appreciate that you spread the word across that I would be writing at least one fiction post and one poem every month!
What’s it with me giving spoilers at every possible moment?
My lips are sealed now, but I hope yours are not. Do comment, share and like this post!
Till next week,