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I think, therefore I sweat

I stand at the intersection

of Rene St. and Eckhart Avenue

looking at my phone -

there was a simple question from Ashley sprawled on it - "what do you want for dinner?"

But little did she know, little did all these people walking around me know

that I was suddenly feeling hot and clammy.


I wanted Mexican food

but my ageing stomach didn't agree with it these days

and I had a presentation the next day.

But should I take a chance and live like I'm in my twenties?

Too risky, maybe Italian's a choice?

or maybe not, it does clog up the pipes of late.

Ashley, do you think you would want Indian food?

you are always complaining about the spice, do we have Tums at home?

A salad then!

But that was what I had for lunch, I don't want to chew on leaves again.

But hey, think of how you can already start programming healthy food to your body with 2 salads, will it be easier from there?

Wasn't Eric talking about something like this just the other day ?

Building habits has to start small he said, having just read Atomic Habits;

who was the author? James something wasn't it?

I wonder what other books exist on building habits and why I don't read them.

Ashley has been asking me to journal,

where should I start?

My thoughts on what I like about myself?

that seems like a good place to start- what do I like about myself?

I do consider myself kind and nice to people,

but people suck sometimes and don't know how to be people,

like Monica- she says the most insensitive things at times!

I told mom about it the other day and she told me to overlook these things and move on-

I wonder what she is doing right now; what did she have for dinner?

Oh shoot, I have to let Ashley know about dinner-

"does Mediterranean food sound good?"

"No, I don't feel like Mediterranean food Mayukh"

"how about dumplings then?"

"okay, what else?"

"Umm, ramen?"

"ooh yes, sounds good with some dumplings!"

"Cool!"


Mind you it's winter right now

and I am still standing at the intersection of Rene St. and Eckhart Avenue

looking at my phone and I am positively glowing with perspiration!

Ramen and dumplings sound good but I need to take off my jacket-

I'm steaming like a dumpling in it.

I see a fluorescent yellow car drive by,

who paints their car that color?

What other glaring shades like this exist I wonder.

I think, therefore I sweat.

 
 
 

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