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Black Dussehra
Back on my first blog. Earthymind. Do visit.
Back to the snow.
She knew she was facing her first love, as she stood a valley across from the snow clad mountains. A river swiftly flowed between rounded white boulders, a few meters below her feet, as she stood on the edge of the mountain.
The scene in front of her eyes transported her eight years back. When she was in a similar place, in much simpler times.
She couldn’t help but reminisce about her life back then:
She was a happy soul.
She hadn’t yet realised the permanence of dysfunction in her family.
She did not worry about a thing, but cared about everything.
She was not in love with anyone particular, but did love everyone in her life.
She was surrounded by her closest friends, who cared.
All her loved ones loved her back. And shared their lives with her.
She had a plan for her near future.
She had no idea how fucked up relationships could be.
She was unaware of what life had in store of her…
To break her train of thoughts, she consciously moved her gaze away from the snowy peaks and turned right. And there he was standing patiently for her to finish her coffee. Small beady eyes resonating innocence , he smiled as he noticed her shift in gaze, running down his hand through his silky smooth hair. It had been a long long time since she met someone so sensitive and considerate of others. He reminded her of her past self. Spending time with him encouraged her to be that person again. Or even better. He was a better person than she had ever managed to be.
Maybe the magic was in the place. How could anyone not be the best version of themselves in this utopia?
‘Sorry’, she said out loud to him. ‘I was a little too mesmerized by the sight.’
‘Take all the time you need.’, he replied courteously.
She beamed as he had said the exact same thing for her every earlier stop as well.
‘ No. I’m done. Take me directly to the snow now.’ She said.
‘ Take me back to that heavenly snow.’
M I S S I N G
—————————-M I S S I N G—————————
READER – IN – ME
The reader in me, where have you been lately?
I know you must have felt lonely,
Because I have been busy,
With some shitty stuff, sometimes important work.
But that’s no reason to run away,
You should have kept a little faith.
Come back soon,
I M I S S Y O U !
I promise I will pretend like you never ran away,
And treat you like the good old days.
Everything will be just the same.
A pile of books and rich hot coffee awaits you by your favorite window!
Be found, Reader – In – Me!
P.S.
If anyone reading this has any tip,any recommendations for luring the Reader-In-Me back, please get in touch or leave a comment. Any help will be appreciated!
I Live
He asked ‘What do you do for a living?’
She smiled ‘ I live.’
Reflecting on reflections
Verandah wonder
This is a small, brightly painted verandah I stumbled upon on my way from Siliguri (in West Bengal)to Pelling (in Sikkim), India on my recent tour.
Happy Birthday Sheetal!
10 th January comes in every year with a lot of excitement and fun. It’s my best friend’s birthday. The girl I have known since I was 3 years old. And it’s her first birthday since she moved to the USA.
I miss her. She has been everything I ever needed. There’s no one who understands me better,and with all the cracks in me,still loves me just the way I love her! She has been my partner in crime and my savior in crisis.All the shenanigans we plan, and all the unplanned craziness that follows us whenever we are together,wherever we go…there’s never a dull moment with her! This is probably the best day to tell her how much I love her, and how much I wish to see her : be happy, laugh enough, be healthy, go crazy, love unconditionally, dare to dream, and work hard to realise those dreams, travel a lot, take splendid photographs, let go of grudges, be insightful, be sensitive, and well of course,at some point come back to India 😉
Sheetal, you are the best thing that happened to me,the best friend I could have ever asked for! Love you to bits.
Wishing You A Very Happy 27th (sorry,I’ll join you soon) Birthday!!!
Why?
WHY?
You ask the thin air, you ask the hazy smoke.
You ask the distant stars, and beyond them, that bloke.
Why?
You think hard and long,
All those sleepless nights.
The unheard apologies, the unsaid goodbyes;
And you don’t even know why.
Why?
Your eyes are sore, your stomach hungry,
your body is aching and heart still broken.
The ice-cold eyes still render you speechless,
and you can’t even utter that single worded question…
Why?
You think you are ready, strong enough to know.
But the other side of why is always the harder blow.
No amount of hurt could prepare you for the answer,
And once you know, it can never be undone.
Why?
Why do you really want to know why?
Does it matter now?
Does it change anything anyway?
Does it relieve the pain?
Why?
Sometimes these questions are best left unanswered.
For the fear of unknown is better than the unending pain on the other side of
WHY?
The untimely rain
I knew there was a hurricane in some unrelated-to-me part of the world. But I hadn’t expected it to affect me. As I walked down the road, unsuspecting,unprepared… it rained on me. I could see the road ahead of me was getting dark and the rain was only getting heavier. I tried finding rhyme in the shower,to make my journey tolerable. But I couldn’t! The sudden screeching lighting scared the shit out of me for a second. But I realised it also helped me see my path. Even though I have always been scared of lightning, since childhood, I knew it was my only saviour right now. There was no point in fighting it. I had to befriend my enemy, grow over my fear and see the other side of this coin.
As the heavy raindrops continued hitting my drenched hair, my fingers started getting numb. Another lightning, and I knew that I was half way there. Already? Not bad, I thought to myself.
I suddenly started enjoying the rain. Kicking the small puddles along the curb, I finally found the rhythm in the rain. And strength in the lightning.
No matter what time in the year,what phase in your life,the untimely rain will always try to boggle you down. The challenge is, not always being prepared for the rain; what is life if you are over cautious after all? The challenge is dealing with the rain. Never mind if you get drenched,let yourself be poured upon by life. The challenge, and the beauty is, continuing on your journey,no matter what. The challenge is enjoying the journey,no matter what. And emerging stronger, every single time.
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