A layer of splashed water drops cover the mirror in my bathroom.Cold drops penetrate my skin like tiny bullets.The rhythm of water dancing on the floor creates a blanket of soothing sound that envelopes me,muffling the chaotic noises of our house.Tension in my back that I didn't even know existed..oozes out of my pores,and down my body in cascading litte streams.I breathe a mist of scented shampoo and dove soap..a welcome change from the polluted weather outside.
In the shower I'm alone.No younger sister barging into my room unexpectedly,no shrill ringing of the telephone and unwanted voices across,no parents nagging.
The ceramic tiles in my bathroom have perfect co-ordination that transform my shower into a romantic dream.The cubicle changes into a concert hall,as I sing my heart out on a shampoo-bottle microphone.In my shower..I'm free.I can make all my dreams come true.I can be a celebrity..flashing a smile at the camera or a writer..signing out autographed copies of her latest book...
Sometimes,I sit in the shower and cry.My salty tears mingling with the waterdrops upon my face..until even I can no longer tell them apart.I cried when I realise I knew nothing of my exams next week..I cried when S left..I cried when R and I stopped talking once..I cried the inevitable tears after watching 'stepmom' again,for the nth time.And sometimes I cry out of sheer reasonless frustration.Within these walls I can cry..and my tears are washed away,unseen and unknown.
The waterdrops that fall from my showerhead are not normal H2O molecules.They have the magical power to activate my neurons.It amazes me to realise how many of these posts originated in the shower!
This daily ritual lets my mind go free.To catch and reflect thoughts that drift over my mind,before they vanish like the flashes of fireflies.I know I have a tendency to deplete the house supply of water,much to the annoyance of the rest of my family.But my shower is just too inportant for mr to care.It is a pocket of time away from the franctic deadlines,numerous places to be and things to do.It is a chance to reflect and enjoy...a welcome bit of friction to slow down a hectic day.
The water that flows down in spirals beneath my feet and down the drain,cleanses not only my body,but my mind and soul...leaving behind the bare essence....that is me.
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what goes into that daily ablution.....is everyone's own heavenly experience.....we find here ....a clear interpretation of the drenched soul 'soaking' itself dry....pure magic.....
You took something that some of us 'feel' on a subconscious level and gave it new life! Seriously, I can SO identify...
i love this post. i do that too btw. sit under the shower and cry. the water comforts me somehow...
hey thats a good post..
very true no disturbance while bathing..u know i have won many contests of singing in ther...lolss
nice post.
Would repeat the comment of ur very 1st post...
well written..
yet for me a bit off the line...
anyways keep going...
U WRITE REALLY WELL..
@ Macademia.. I hoped people would identify :)
@ bubbles.. I know..there's something about the water..ainit?
@ nirmal..thanks for visiting my blog.
@sidd.. off the line??
well expressed!
the bathroom is really the only place in this earth where once you close the door, it becomes completely 'one's on space' !
nice play of words..beautifully put :)
You should think twice every time you whine about not getting any blog comments. Your blog has arrived.
@ vanilla.. thanks..
@ elusive.. Thank you :)
@ stanley... yeaaahhhhhh!! :D
u know now what i meant by
Off the line.. :P...
This post has an absolutely magical effect! You took an ordinary scene from our busy daily lives and you gave it some sort of importance. You spur the muse in me!
We cannot but stop to think of the significance of this early morning ritual which use to hold no significance to us but now, has become a sacred sanctuary where our watery pains are shed, washed, drained and linked in such fluidity with the deep cravings of like minds; far and near, reminding us that we are not alone!
Nice blog!
Thanks for your comment on my blog.
Hope to visit your blog soon!
Interesting.Nice.
next time pen down one of those "so many posts which originated in the shower".
I have just one remark to the entire thing. Somehow tears in the shower ruin the entire effect its supposed to have. Instead face the jet of water on your face........
For me that helps
i love thsi post and thats allicansay
@ screwdriver..
I guess its general reaction for guys to not like the 'crying in the shower' concept.But this does not necessarily mean breaking down or defeat..in fact I see it as an expression..a medium of cleansing yourself.That is what I meant by 'leaving behind the bare essence of youself'...
Something regular yet so special...isn't it????...i just love ur prosaic style...it reminds me of the classics....keep going !!!
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