Reliving tidbits

Sometimes when you have lived through something beautiful, been a subset of a surreal experience: you have laughed so hard, your stomach hurt; you have sighed so sad, the cloud drizzled; danced so long, your body clamoured for rest; have kissed so strong, your mouth resisted tasting anything else; dressed so sassy, the crowd steered their eyes on you; sometimes when you are in between those moments, you want to instantly save them somehow. You take a picture, you make a note, you write a poem, you just want to get hold of it. Does it really work? I suppose not.

May be you couldn’t click it in your camera, may be what you wrote couldn’t describe the enormity of it. May be your awesomest kiss got lost somewhere in between. May be it is not possible after all to relive these things to bits and pieces again. But, you were there. You savoured it in entirety. You still remember the feeling, don’t you? Past might get hazy, but it never vanishes.

I read this on a hoarding while returning from my Goa trip today: They shared one moment and lived it thousand times in their memories.
About this post: Could be an outcome of my inability to give a detailed description about my past few days, and some other stuff. I will though.

Travel Diaries: Amore Nature

One of those days when you feel things are moving way too fast…I don’t know if it is wrong, but it feels so damn right. Good things frighten me a little these days. Lots of what ifs come into my head. Paranoid is the term. I am breathing slow and smiling and just letting moments happen. I am kind of happy too, but scared to admit it.

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So anyway my mind will continue playing its twist tales. Meanwhile, I went on a trip with my girl friends last week. No last to last week. And life has been so busy ever since I returned, I have no effin’ track of how days are flying. It was a weekend trip to Wayanad, Kerala. What to say…scenic..rejuvenating..made me breathe back to life. We were lost in the lap of nature. Trekking, camping, cycling, mud, leeches, water bodies, rains, cuisines and what not. Fantastically delightful. Travelling is fun. Makes a hole in your pocket but still fun.

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Much like my present state of mind, this post is coming out random too. I am not speculating much. If I am happy I guess I deserve little bit of that. :). Will continue with more sensible talks soon.