The good, bad, uncalled-for experiences

I fell while riding my scooter. Taking along my friend down, who sat behind me. This happened about four days ago. Yes, nothing serious. All bodily organs in place, working, with little bruises here and there. I normally would have made a big deal out of this incident. I am innately little dramatic about injuries. The blood clot on my left arm is actually making me want to chop off the whole arm altogether. So yeah, little dramatic. But this time around, it was my fault. Plus the added guilt of having made my friend trip. I stayed low-key. Bandaged up. Wore full sleeve shirts to office. No sympathy gaining.

The real surprise came today. We decided to go out for coffee. Yeah, the same friend and I. I was pretty sure she will prefer auto ride after “what had happened”. I mean she was still limping (i know! :/ ) And I was 10% unsure myself about my once-proven-faulty driving skills. But the gall, the balls, the whatever it took for her to say she will sit behind me again!!! I trust you, she said. In my head I went…whattttt?!! People amaze you sometimes. With their big foolish hearts. Days like this, when you won’t be sure about yourself and a few out there are still ready to take a chance on you. Makes you smile, isn’t it.

So we went, had coffee, chilled, returned home safely. End of story. :).

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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!

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.

Travel Diaries: Shadi Vadi

I don’t know what to be. I don’t know what is likable, or what is acceptable. I am just going on. A non existential person going on with her life. I have my bits scatterred here and there. One or two people in my life…I am living them. I don’t talk to them often…I don’t see them often..I prefer not to talk ABOUT them often..but I am practically living them. My behaviour, my nuances, my laughs, my decisions, these people are everywhere. I don’t understand why some people affect you so deeply. We part but we don’t really part. Not in our heads atleast. He claims we’ll meet some day. I want to believe it but fear gets the better of me. I have stopped wrenching my brains over it.

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I am writing after quite a few days. Had been on a trip to Gujarat. First of my college friend’s wedding. It was a treat. Got to dress up all girly. Loved the food, the couple, the vibe, the wedding. Danced for our friend, for the happiness in our hearts. Loads of good wishes. Made me less aversive to the idea of marriage. I am just saying. The beach was calm as ever. The people were heart warming. Many delightful moments with my two good friends over the journey. I got to eat dhokla. Something I love about Gujju food. I am an erratic person, or so I believe, and this trip has surprisingly made me more quite. Every new place I visit changes me in a way or other. It’s not intended to happen but I return as a modified version of me. Life is happening all around me and I am taking it in without prejudice. Don’t ask me questions, I won’t have proper answers at this moment.