Butterfloys in me stomach

excitementButterfloys in me stomach.

Excitement! Excitement

The last thing I got excited about? Butterflies in the stomach? Can’t wait excited…  that’s probably what made Archimedes leave the bath in an as is wear is condition.

Hmm… what excites me.. That needs pondering. Excitement definitely brings palpitation we are currently in a society that would call for the ambulance even if I try to spell palpitation! Excitement has an infliction of anticipation, a flavour of uncertainty, it need not always generate from euphoria.

It is very exciting to be off on a journey, particularly all by oneself. I had looked forward to this one for months. Oddly the billowing diesel fumes of the airport at either Goa or Bombay did not smell like suffocating effluence, it assumed a peculiar pungent smell, like the beginning of a new adventure that is if adventure could exude a fragrance.

Have you walked alone in the dark? In a new place? The warm night claiming you.  That evening it was part of me, as I walked on the grass, my shoes instantly soaked. I flung my arms to the sky as it was as if the silent lightening conducted power into my finger tips. The excitement communicating from waiting trees, the orchard, as I caught their secret life and dormant strength. This was different from the excitement of looking forward to presents; it was like the pull of the magnet the swaying trees, the silent lightening the chilly breeze and the eerie silence.

Actually I am I’m greedy not for money—that could be a burden—I am greedy for an exciting life. I can find it, in the raindrops falling when a little bird flaps its wings. Have you ever pondered the miracle of the pop corn? It starts out as a tiny, little compact kernel with magic trapped inside that when agitated, and busts to create something marvellously desirable. It’s sort of like those tiny, little thoughts trapped in an author’s head—in an excited explosion of words—suddenly become a captivating fairy tale!

By the way, Yawns are not the only infectious things out there besides germs, giggles, excitement, blushing can all spread from person to person. Maybe like Vera Nazarian puts it the most powerful infectious thing is the act of speaking the truth.

As for the butterflies in your stomach, invite them into your heart:

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”
― William BlakeAuguries of Innocence


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  1. Walking in dark, pacing/jogging at sunrise, running into sunset… each a different experience!

    (P.S: Walking in dark has its risks, be aware )

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