The simple times - Count Your Blessings #3

"Dil Dhoondta hai, phir wahi, fursat ke raat din"
(My heart yearns, once again, the leisurely nights and days)

I have always loved this song.

At one time it just meant free time - the literal meaning.

With time the meaning changed to 'me-time' - time to relax, to read, to meet friends.
nostalgia
Now it means a combination of these two and more.
It means the contentment of being alone... Not feeling lonely.
It means time away from negativity.
It means choosing to put myself first, sometimes.
And the possibility of wishing all of this without feeling guilty.

In that one word, 'fursat' (leisure), there are so many layers.

Things become complicated.

The good, old days of simplicity of thoughts, and the lack of worldly experience. A time when leisure could be just that - leisure.
When the possibility of there being anything more to it never crossed my mind.



Comments

  1. Alpana7 October 2017 at 04:44

    You have presented that one word 'Fursat' beautifully. I guess it's all about one's perspective.

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  2. Sudha9 October 2017 at 09:56

    you have penned your thoughts so beautifully. The word 'fursat' would define many things to most people. The song is also one of the favourites that I like to listen.
    https://sukrisblog.wordpress.com/2017/10/06/nostalgic-memories/
    Sudha

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  3. group 2.9 October 2017 at 21:00

    great blog.. how meaning of certain things changes with time.

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  4. Neha Gupta10 October 2017 at 07:35

    Loved reading your blog and your thoughts on 'fursat' and how our meanings of same things change with time. Completely agree that with time we all are looking for some kind of me time where we can just relax and think about things

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  5. indu chhibber10 October 2017 at 11:48

    Beautiful description of how our perspectives change over time.
    For me fursat means me time-a time to relax and do what gives me pleasure.

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