Travel Diaries: Goa

Yeah that’s me…and yes those are my freakishly long arms. Flying amidst peace and quiet of the azure sky. On top of that was the sea(bottom literally).

This trip soothed me in ways more than one to count. I have plenty to say and yet I am falling short on words. This post is going to be more of a visual update.

To start with, we booked these awesome cottages. Made me feel like settling there forever.

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None of our chalked out plans worked.

Mud bath..thrashed.

Beach Party..doomed.

River rafting…cancelled.

Yet, we had the bestest time ever. We got drenched to the bones and ate paani puri in middle of the rain.

Dabbled half a day in the pool. Played Ludo/Snake and Ladder at nights. Posed and posed. Spent two hours daily at the breakfast table talking about silly nothings, listening to all kind of songs.

By some stroke of luck we got the chance to partake in water sport activities.

There was the beach and all thrilling events happening around.

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Some more beach..and ample to ponder about.

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Loads of heat, hell lot of tan..and a dozen opportunities for me to strut my recently inked tattoo.. 😀

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After tiring ourselves to the brim, we headed to a club, decked up and danced past midnight. From what I remember, it was immense somatic pain a day after.

Company was of my favorite kind of people; us, a few bunch of drained homo-sapiens striding through adulthood, each with his/her own set of issues. I guess, when we got together, catching up after so long, laughing, singing, prancing around, I nearly forgot this usual life. The air felt different. No liabilities. No tensions. I was as light in my head as a helium gas particle.

And now, the trip is over. Have to catch up with the routine. I am still in recovery mode. Recovery from intrinsic bliss you may call it. Because they say no…happiness is momentary. I sure had my moments!

MY Bro

Technically I am six years elder to him, but we haven’t acknowledged the age difference ever. He has fought with me, argued, made me cry, all of that bitter banter. Ain’t that how siblings live in harmony?

We are celebrating Raksha-bandhan in India today. It is an exclusive brother-sister festival, where sisters tie Rakhi (it’s like a band) to their bros and brothers, well they shower us with gifts! It also has a solemn message behind it, particularly that the brothers vow they would always protect and take care of their sisters. It is an endearing custom. I have such fond memories of it from the past.

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If I flashback to the very start, I remember not being very enthused with my brother being born on his very first day. I was a pampered six year old, my mom had left me for the first time to go to nana’s place and he was kind of snatching my territory with his cute little actions (Oh he was damn cute back in those days!). Peace was somehow achieved in a day or two with my dad’s efforts and then there was no point of return.

As he grew, he would fight with me over every little thing. We were different. He liked paneer, I liked potatoes. I stacked up fairy tales, and he would pile up his monthly cricket magazines. I would watch Bollywood songs, and he would watch WWE. We were a team though despite all anomalies. Perfectly acting in co-ordination. We knew what to hide from parents and what not. Never tell-taled. :D. We would play video games together, collect pokemon stickers. Even though shit scared, we would buy DVDs of horror movies and watch it in one blanket, our mom having no clue. Then I left for my higher studies, and I remember the day I had to leave, he ran to some fancy shop and bought me this very cute kitty soft toy. Melted my heart for all it was. <3.

Now we have grown up, I am here working and he is doing his studies. Times have changed. We occasionally meet. And we hardly call each other. Those formalities have never suited both of us. I have his back, I guess he knows. Will only call me when there is trouble in paradise. Every time I see him, he annoys me to the core. Sometimes, he does it purposefully. In a bigger picture, I totally love him though. We have that sort of a relationship which you least worry about. Ain’t that how the siblings function anyway. :). Kind of missing that idiotic creature today.

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.