A Day I Just Couldn’t Sit Still

Most of my days begin in stillness. Yet, this one didn’t.

My mind just wouldn’t settle. No amount of alpha, beta or gamma waves would calm my unsettled mind. I tried to sit for my sadhana, but halfway through I opened my eyes. My breath was unsure and distracted. I thought, maybe I’m just not aligned today.

And then came the pull to move. No reason. No plan. Just a quiet insistence I couldn’t resist.

I walked, letting my steps follow it, and soon found myself in front of the one I brought into this world.

One Smile.

One Laugh.

That’s all it took for my heart to slow down and the noise inside my head to soften.

Soon after, I heard my name again. I turned and walked toward it, almost instinctively. And there I was standing in front of someone with whom time seems to behave differently.

We were once the kind of friends who could spend hours talking about everything under the sky and nothing in particular. But, somewhere along the way, I lost touch. Life happened and I got busy running my own little rat race. Even though we lived in the same city, years passed without us meeting.

I stepped out of the metro station, a few stops after Falcon City, already blaming myself for forgetting to ask her for the exact location. I pulled out my phone to call her, and just then, it rang. She was on the other end.

It was her husband who drove all the way to pick me up. Casually, almost in passing, he mentioned how long it had been. He spoke about how we had once shopped together to set up the interiors of their home, the lamp we selected after a long argument, the color, the contrast, the shape, the design and what not..

Old days suddenly flashed before me. Seven years had quietly slipped by…

When she opened the door on the fifteenth floor and we hugged, the gap vanished in an instant. We had simply resumed a conversation paused mid-sentence years ago. There was no catching up, none of the awkwardness I had expected.

Her husband quietly moved into the next room. Almost instinctively. As if he understood what it meant for his wife to meet a dear friend after so long.

Isn’t that alignment of thought? I remember thinking.

She had prepared food I truly enjoy. Food that tasted Soo Meee, so personal!

I later realized she had arranged everything on such short notice: sweets, my favourite filter coffee, badam sticks, and even a thoughtful gift. None of it was forced or planned. It was effortless, chosen by someone who is well-versed with your SOP.

We talked about everything and nothing. Sometimes we spoke, sometimes we simply sat together. It felt like time stepped aside and let us be.

The warmth.

The ease.

The silly, pointless chatter.

The day seemed impossibly short.

Only later did I realize that this friend—this couple—had put aside their anniversary just to spend the day with me. No big gestures. Just presence.

Isn’t that a life well lived?

To matter.

To be held in someone’s heart without having to prove anything.

To arrive and be chosen.

I returned home full, not just in my stomach, but in my heart. I wasn’t tired or depleted, only quietly content, held by a gentle clarity.

Going out of our way to be kind is never wrong. That is a part of why we are here.

When I finally went to see Ma Bhavani before ending the day, she seemed to smile at me the way a mother does when her child has done something right without realizing it was a test. I took the prasad, came home, and rested.

What stayed with me was an unexpected gratitude that didn’t rush outward but settled inward instead. I found myself wondering how life keeps its own accounts, how it sometimes returns warmth in places we had stopped looking. It was less like coincidence and more like a gentle correction, like, something unseen were saying: you have learnt your lesson.

Maybe this, too, is sadhana.

Before we are anything else, child or adult, woman or man, seeker or provider, we are Human! And some days, simply Being Human is Enough!