I skipped writing for the last three days, and I was afraid I am going to fall into the trap of not being able to get back, and I could't allow myself to do that now could I? So here I am. sitting in my favourite spot sipping my coffee, listening to Chris Martin singing to me 'Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you, and everything you do, yeah they were all yellow' and I must admit it is soothing to listen to it. Today I had this moment where I felt extremely low and sad, I just wanted to weep for no apparent reason, and it made me worried, I was really afraid I will slip into another phase of depression and anxiety, I just sat at my window and listened to music and looked out. The view from my room is of a river, it is pretty polluted actually and almost looks quite stagnant on most days. , but now water hyacinth has grown all over it, and turned the river into a meadow. At least it looks like a meadow now, in the midst of all the concrete is this beautiful patch of green, and when you look at it, it makes all the trees pop giving you the sense that you are in the midst of so much greenery. However, it was not the green that caught my attention today, it was the bit of water that was left in the river. There are two bridges on this river that I can see, one is a railway line and the other is a road, in between these two bridges there was a small patch of water that the hyacinth has not yet conquered. So I sat here at my window, staring at that small body of water and the way the lights on the bridge reflected in the water. when I looked only at that part of the river, it took me back home to my native village. There is a pond in my village, and the village is literally around it, on one side of the pond is the SC colony and on the other is the BC colony. Our house is very close to the pond, it was the second house on the street, so we always got a good view of it whenever we stepped out. I used to love going there to fetch water with my grandmother though she never allowed me to step into the water. I used to love looking at all the water lilies in the pond, I used to be so excited whenever a pink one bloomed because it was always filled with white lilies. We all lived in mud houses at that time and there was one house across the pond in the BC colony which was a concrete house. There was this one time when there was some festivity that was going on over there, so they put up tube lights, vertically along the street. All those lights used to reflect in the pond and made the pond look so beautiful. Slowly, putting up lights had become a regular affair and all of us kids used to be so overjoyed to see the lights, we used to run towards the pond look at the lights and jump up with joy and clap our hands. So today when I was sad and about to break down, I looked at the reflection of those lights and it took me back in time, close to home, and somehow the darkness in my heart was faded out by these lights, little by little, so I just sat there until I was able to pick myself up ad get on with what I had to do.