An extract from my diary

I feel so peaceful after reading a travelogue about the Himalayas. I'm surrounded by the sound of silence with no sense of urgency, which reinforces this tranquility. These moments of bliss have to be enjoyed with the people you love. I'm enjoying it alone.

I went for a walk in the park in the morning. That was peaceful too. I was the only person there. Nothing to block my view of nature. You see nature in all its pristine glory if you take a walk just after it rains. A rainbow would have completed the spectacle but I didn't even notice its absence when I was drinking in the sights.

I hear birds chirping outside the window now. I have the three windows on the left side of my room open, the door closed, and I'm sitting alone and writing this, undisturbed. Outside, I hear a child talking.

A more creative person or a naturalist will probably appreciate this peace more than I do. I can truly appreciate this to the best of my ability now. I can understand why artists are a breed apart. They get this in a way no one else does. I'm neither happy nor sad, just floating in a spiritual trance. It is a sort of euphoria which you can rarely enjoy, and it is also very fleeting. I love nature.

I write like I am possessed with a writing spirit. Didn't feel like taking the pen off the paper. The words come through in a rush. I don't feel like doing anything now. I'm in a sort of reverie. I don't even feel the need to do anything. I can go on writing.

I have no sense of time nor emotion. It feels like I'm floating in a timeless zone in the middle of nothingness. It is a place devoid of anything, but with no void to fill, no emptiness. It just exists, as do I and the world around me. I didn't have to go into meditation to achieve this. All I had to do was write, and drink in the beauty of nature, staring out of my window.

Right brain users are blessed indeed. They don't need to adhere to any norms. They are able to appreciate life and nature more (and music too) which is a rare gift. A gift which is very hard to cultivate, as I've found out. If it involves doing something, I can surely get it. As it is about art, beauty and nature, it is a little harder to get at. You can only get it if you don't try hard to get it. You have to let go and suspend yourself in a trance. I feel I have had the first glimpse of this boundless joy. These memories shall stay.

I slept really well last night. A deep sleep which lasted for nearly 11 hours. Sleep is pleasant when you don't have to get up early the next day and work. You can really relax and rid your mind of all commitments and stresses generated during the day.

You have to enjoy these days when everything is in your favour. The weather is extremely pleasant, you have all the time in the world, you're in blissful solitude surrounded by silence. These times are sent to us to teach us a lesson- to not take life seriously but to enjoy each passing day. They also make you spiritual. Such moments clear your mind. You're fresher than a blank slate.

There is no future, no past. I'm living in the moment, opening myself to this experience, for who knows, soon it may be no more.