A moment of ceasefire

The box did arrive today. There should be a book inside. I was requesting the post man to lift the box for me. A while ago, I opened the door. And the box was sitting on my doormat. The postman was heading toward the vehicle. I could only see his back. He heard my request and came back to serve me.
He was grabbing the box from the doormat. I was watching him. I was thinking about Dr. Bawden, I do not know why. Thinking about doctors do not make your day meaningfully happy. This is not helpful, perhaps.

I am thinking about all these, too much of all these, most of the time these days, and I am not comfortable about it, at all!

Motivation is only a floating cloud in the horizon, but life also should be generous enough to bless you with that gaze.

The postman helped me. I am holding the box now. After opening the box, a miracle will happen, I can visualize about that. A clear wrap with thousand rounds of popping sounds. I can be a witnessing moment of those enormous roaring sounds.
In a world full of bullet sounds, bombardment and chaos, a trivial moment. A moment of ceasefire.