So did I meditate?
So did I? I sat down and covered myself. What if some mosquitoes disturb me in my path to salvation? Such logistics are out of the way. Maybe I need to plug in those 4 to 8 Hz range music; it took years to correct this choice of music and am I sitting down to do it. Nah! Is the lamp on, those ghee-laden wick ones? Isn’t that the best way to show that light at the end of the tunnel? Which tunnel, though? OK, I lit the lamp too. But is this bhrama muhurtam time? Do I see a speck of light coming in? Na! It should be that auspicious bhrama time for sure. Let’s sit down; I take my sluggish to the cushion once more. Wouldn’t a cushion be a good seat for this, Or should it be a bare floor? Would that help in the process? Am I doing this bit wrong? For now, let’s proceed; the time of Bhrama is passing.
Closed my eyes. Isn’t that bit of meat I ate giving me an ache in that lower belly? I shouldn’t have eaten that, or should I have eaten that in my second meal, as that Instagram influencer was referring to. Have I hurt that colleague? I was harsh when I said I needed the delivery 5 days before. I should have said it differently. But how differently is it to tell a person who has been delaying it for the last 3 months? Doesn’t she deserve a warning or a nudge? I think she does. Or am I not being a good girl boss? Am I aggressive? I admire that founder; she always talks about compassionate leadership, compassion and work, and how they can be together. Oops, the brahma thing is passing; let me get back to breathing through the left nose first, but then what would the right nostril do? What if some air goes in through the right nostril? I open my right eye a wee bit, and it’s already 6:30 AM. The correct time for all of this is over; that’s Why I couldn’t do it right. Anyways, no mosquito bites, so the cover was a good idea. It felt cosy, and the incense sticks did smell nice. I should go to Darshini for that dip vada; they should be open by 7 AM. It’s the right time for that!
