Mindfully Your’s

Nitasha Sharma
Feb 12, 2020
2 min read

Updated: Mar 2, 2020

The clothes hang on the clothesline like flags waiting to be lowered after the beating retreat. Strong whirlpool winds seem to have paid a visit and scattered the toys all over. I can see traces of dust over the fans and other corners, the desert sands in Jaisalmer may have diverted for a sojourn to the East Coast. Torrential rain of stained utensils flood the kitchen basin…and the list goes on…

Yes, I have help, But when I need it the most it disappears like the salary at the end of the month. Today, the only saving grace is the the continuous background music of old Bollywood classics.

Having an infant at home makes me realise what it means to be busy. There is always something to be done, always something that needs my attention. And never enough time to do it all. So, one of those days when my list of to do’s sky rocketed and reached the Moon faster than Chandrayaan, I was anchored back to taking it easy and focusing on what really matters.

It was time for him to take a 2-3 hour nap. And all the while I was waiting for that time so that I could get things in order, as he rested. Even as I was playing, feeding, singing…in the background was the long list of what needed to be done. Mindfulness-the art of really being present to the present moment, can be challenging. Especially when there are many things in line to pull our most important resource away from us - Our Attention. And today I struggle with really being present. A tug of war ensues between my doing self and my being self.

We both lay in bed, cuddled cozily. His eyes drowsy, mine expectant. Expecting him to sleep any minute now. Just then our song plays on the radio, the song I have been singing to him from the very beginning.

‘Choo kar mere man ko kiya tune kya ishaaraa…

Badalaa yeh mausam lage pyaara jag saaraa’

He looks at me with his smiling eyes and puts his tiny, chubby hand on my heart… Then and there I realise, I need to be, and want to be, anchored to him, present for him, present to this wonderful moment. The long list of to do’s can wait… I enjoy the moment lying besides him, as he sleeps I sleep too. In living this moment I realise that every moment is pregnant with unlimited possibilities. And the thriving of one possibility over the other depends on where we choose to rest our attention.