Boring

Doom scrolling is boring.

Watching the same series for the 100th time is boring. (This came as a shock though!)

Shopping; yep boring!

After having watched all the shows and movies in the world, I scrolled till the end of Instagram.

To my surprise, there was no cure for boredom at the end of it.

So I slept. And woke up. Still bored.

So I walked. Still bored. But the breeze felt nice.

Saw some birds. Still bored, but the sound was soothing.

Saw a Dadaji from my colony walking. Still bored, but happy to see him up and about.

Saw a tapri where I used to drink chai during my college days. Still bored, but kinda nostalgic and happy to see how far I have come.

Saw roads, trees, vehicles and kids. Still bored but now thinking about the pollution. And the smile on people's faces. And the sadness.

Thought of writing something. Wrote a stupid poem. Not really bored now but kinda hate my writing.

Thought of drawing something. Not really bored but absolutely hate my drawing.

Maybe I'm not an artist. Maybe I'm just a walker, an observer, a carer, or something. Definitely not an artist though.

I sit again, not shopping, searching or scrolling. Just sitting.

Thinking of the people I love, and who love me. And how I hate humidity but love the smell of rain.