Remember when you were little, and you’d gather a bunch of blankets and sheets and make a fort? (It’s okay if you don’t, Varun had no idea what I was talking about either.) At any rate, it was great fun. So One Day, I was laying at home bored. Actually, that was everyday. In fact my usual day for three months went something like this:
9 am Wake up (as late as possible)
9:15 Eat breakfast, get dressed
9:45 Have a cup of tea
10:15 Do physio exercises
10:45 Lay down on the bed or couch
12 Have lunch
2:30 Sit on the couch
4:30 Go for a walk
5 Have a cup of tea
6 Eat supper, chat quietly with Varun
7 Have a cup of tea on the couch
7:45 Take a bath or lay on the bed or couch
9 Get ready for bed. Sleep.
So when I said I did nothing, I really, truly meant it.
Back to that one day that I had a bright idea. Tired of staring at my walls, I decided to build a fort.
I know what you’re wondering: how did you construct such an architectural wonder with a headache? Ingenuity, people.
Armed with pillows, earplugs and a lavender-filled pillow, I camped out in my fort, the hours of staring and resting somehow transformed. In the midst of an endless blur of sitting and sipping tea, I found a way to lighten the monotony. Incidentally, this was also the day I termed my season of solitude “Concussia”. That’s about 4 months of creativity jammed into one day. Be impressed, friends.
Have you ever built a fort? Got any tips?