This world is too much with us


Word count: 530 | Estimated time to read: 5 min

It was a slothful afternoon and I woke up after a snooze, ready to have a steaming hot bath all the while reminiscing on the sumptuous meal I had devoured in the afternoon – Chapattis, Aloo masala, Chawal and Egg curry. Lakshmee, the cook who serves me my meals, had done a fine job.

I bubbled and sploshed in the bathroom for some time and was back in my room, refreshed. The whole evening lay before me. I switched on the radio and there was the weekly Top 30 program. The TV screen displayed one of the myriad award functions. I booted my PC and the modem flashed on indicating that I was now only a few blinks away from connecting to the virtual world. I was ready to spend the evening shifting my attention between the radio, TV and the internet when ……Bling! The power went off.

After nearly 2 days of confinement, I decide to come out of my room. The 6 PM sun, mild and romantic, was shining down. I picked up the book I am currently reading, ‘Vagrants in the Valley’ by Ruskin Bond and went to the terrace right outside my room.suntree.jpg

Perched comfortably on a chair, I began thumbing through the volume desultorily. My attention was soon occupied by the simplicity of my immediate environment and I kept the book aside. A cool, light breeze was now blowing, flipping the pages of the book every now and then like a phantom reader with a miraculous reading speed. The clothes on the line were dangling to the unseen tune of the breeze. The sky was a kaleidoscope of the most exuberant and ephemeral colors.

A spray of light drizzle fell from the sky and people from the houses below scurried out to gather their clothes and take them away to safety. But this was a false alarm and the drizzle thinned out and stopped. The breeze continued to run across the terrace like a tireless dance tutor, spinning and swaying everything it touched.

The light bulb above my head suddenly flashed on informing me that the power was back. I grimaced at its uninformed arrival and switched it off in haste because it looked quite incongruent to my mood satiated by the breeze and the drizzle. I felt peaceful, lost in the solitude. For once I was glad that the power had gone off in so untimely a fashion. I had a great time in the company of the breeze and the drizzle and whiling away my time in absolute idleness.

I had spent all morning reading poetry, updating my own poetry blog and photography portfolio. I couldn’t have expected a better evening.



#1: The title, “This world is too much with us” is taken from William Wordsworth’s poem with the same name. You will find it here

#2: If you liked the above blog entry and the original poem by Wordsworth, you might want to read another beautiful poem by Wordsworth on Idleness, here

#3: Ruskin Bond is a phenomenal writer whose themes are simply beautiful. You will find more information on him and his works here.

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6 thoughts on “This world is too much with us

  1. @nair:

    Left to myself, i would rather write on these lines. But i have realized the hard way that there isnt much of a readership for such entries. Now i am glad i have one! 🙂

  2. good good post ! really enjoyed reading it 🙂 different from your regular ones :-))

    Just to add on the ‘readership’ thingie, read a post from Luck, be my lady tonight on my blogroll. Great read that 🙂 Something on ‘readership’ 🙂

  3. Yes, Hriday,

    Ruskin Bond’s “Vagrant in the Valley” is an unforgettable read. I enjoyed it some two years ago as I finished it in a couple of sittings. Then I didn’t know that my book “The Remix of Orchid” would be lucky to carry his foreword, Mr Bond’s foreword! In fact, my blog has details about it.

    Your post shows powerful narrative style, the way ramblings should be. I enjoyed it. Thanks.


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