What can be a
better delight than stealing a subtle snooze after succulent lunch, or to watch
the catapulting crowd from the glass pane of your sky scraper? To listen to
frenzied fracas of your kids on phone, to await the pleasant knock of evening
with luscious, foamy coffee amidst a disorganized whirl of chirps, to plan for
the arcane of approaching activities for the day ahead are all such joyous
activities that happen in the afternoon. The mass of afternoon’s energy
particles fill the vacuum of our lives and give us some tame time to replenish
our minds with the scuttled supply of freshly secreted neurotransmitters.
Post pubertal phase
of the day, afternoon, is like middle age of our lives. It is passed with
little realization of its presence and we seldom halt our hollering steps to
appreciate the effervescent efficacy of afternoon. With the superfluous
streamlet of fresh morning before it and the sulky shadows of nubile night
after it, the afternoon is mostly shorn of its existential importance. But I
love to soak myself in the rapture of immeasurable perspectives that aftermath
of morning provides. Afternoon evokes the creativity-czar in your somnolent
mind; you take energy from the sun and you propel the energy particles (that
coalesce to take the shape and identity of a thought; 60,000 of them arise from
the mind everyday) from your mind to affect the things around you. You become
the creator in the glory of orange rays. Afternoon is guiltless, glorious and
comes with a copious aura of being invulnerable.
The afternoons
provide us a much needed buffer from the pulsating mornings full of fuss and
frills and from the esoteric establishment of mystifying nights. It’s so
pleasant to appreciate the slow pace of clock pendulums, to feel the tender
tentacles of easy-flowing breeze, to organize the disordered cords of dust-worn
guitar, to cuddle up with the cushy soft toy you were gifted by your spouse, to
sip the fizzy lemonade and let your taste buds bathe in ecstasy. The afternoons
are big-hearted and breathtakingly sensuous, provided you make some attempt to
swirl your soul from the accustomed attachments with mornings and nights.
