There has never been such a sweet smell like that of sand after it has rained for the first time in eons. That is the kind of aura that lasts in your head like Hugo Boss perfume on cloth. That is how I felt this morning. After the scorching sun got me throwing a hanky up and down between my face and right pocket to clear the beads of sweat rolling down my face. The sun sits still in the sky. The street is an organised chaos, a cocktail of humans, taxis, boda bodas, and vendors. A pair of ray bans stand guard infront of by eyes, as if guarding the throne room on game of thrones. I can clearly see the leaves and twigs off a handful of trees parading either sides of the road rattle, as if in excitement. “It could be there way of saying thank you to Mother Nature,” I mumble. I plug in my ear pods, pull out my phone, look through my music list. My eyes land on Rihanna’s 2007 album “Good girl gone” before spinning some memories. That was 10 years ago. She was new in the scene. She was innocent, then she sacrificed it to give us good music.
The year is 2017.
It is just few days to 2018. The thought of it makes my heart palpitate. I rub my palms in anticipation. What a year! I attempted to grow some hair. Later discovered it isn’t worth the hustle. I have a phobia for the comb, I guess. But then I grew a beard. Shinny black, nothing cosmetic.
I longed to step out of my comfort zone for so long. Perhaps catch a bus, boat, plane, ferry or a boda boda and go see what’s on the other side…..where the sun barely flicker a ray. Hopped on to a ferry, crossed the lake to some Island for a day. It was a refreshing experience. I needed it. Infact, it was long overdue.
Well, I also read a couple of books. Started with “I am no Angel” earlier, when the year was in its infancy. A blank page that we have since filled with memories. I also took the seal off “Deadline.” Very intriguing book, with several plot twists. It got me to the edge of my seat every time I flipped a page. I can’t get enough. Infact, “Time only matters when it is running out,” is my take out.
On so many occasions, I tried to start rising up early. But it seems my bones won’t subscribe to the idea. My relationship with slumberland is eternal. Unbreakable. Way beyond my powers. The alarm never worked. I silenced it every time.
A couple of DVDs went in and out of the player. I consumed series like they were my favourite meal. They gave me company this year. Screen infront and remote in hand. What a company! Prison break was lit. Yes, the gang came back for season 5. Started off somewhere in a prison in north Africa. It was worth the billing. Narcos too didn’t disappoint. All the 3 seasons where well crafted. With sick plots. The suspense was legit. One take out though, Escobar got zero chills. Game of thrones deserves a throne in the Hollywood hall of fame. Seven seasons in seven years is no easy feat. Growth and evolution of the series is evident. It was on my bucket list and yes, I binge watched. It ticked all the boxes for me. I could not miss Scandal, not for Olivia Pope and her antics. I only took too long to fall in though. Season one was a disappointment. For me, the real Scandal started in Season two. Well, let me see how this ends.