06/02/2015 – 14/02/2015
This is a tale of travel.
The idea of backpacking solo in itself is so exhilarating and romantic to me. Actually being there and experiencing it by myself is something which cannot be accurately put into words. It’s something like the feeling of ice-water running down your throat after a sweaty trek in the sun. The feeling adrenaline-junkies get when the roller-coaster drops. Pure bliss.
As I said before in my previous post (Flashes from a new life), this isn't exactly a diary update. This is just a collection of thoughts, events and observations from my new life, in a new place that I call home.
This is not a travelogue. I have travelled, oh yes, but at the end of my journey, I have found home. So there is no need to write a travelogue. This is just a collection of thoughts, events and observations from my new life, in a new place that I call home. So this isn't exactly like a "Dear Diary…", just saying.
15th May, 2014.
Whether we realize it or not, we live in a bubble. Yes, you and me. This bubble symbolizes our comfort zone. It represents our principles, fears and stereotypes. This bubble is embodied in the way we live life. We are happy to exist in it.
On his dazzling coat, was the glint of sunshine,
His hooves sturdy as iron, his head held high,
He flicked his mane full of hair oh so fine,
With looks that’ll kill and an attitude that’ll never die.
Most of us are addicted to it. Most have a specific slot in our time-tables for it. We come back tired from school or work, but still religiously flip through it’s channels. However, has anyone stopped and thought, “Do we actually need it?”
The breeze.
The breeze is the only source of sound around me. The scent of the grass, the softness of the mud and the gentle playing of the breeze upon my face are the only things I sense other than the silent thuds of the busy hooves in front of me.
The bags were packed three days ago. That indicates how excited I was about this whole thing. I, along with a few of my friends were leaving for Manali, finally. We had begun making plans about this weeks ago. Yeah, go ahead, call us kiddish, but just think about it! Six of us, along with a few more campers, with three instructors, going all the way to Manali!
Amongst the green bulrushes, lay the sparrow, singing his song,
Tirelessely waiting for the day to dawn.
Showing off his colourful chest, to the whispering breeze,
A headwind is coming along, his altitude he had to increase.
On the banks of the river, the water does lapse,
At the time of the silent evening din.
Water flows past the jagged rocks, rather huge or thin.
On the peaceful water, swim ducks, looking for the evening grubs.
The croaky toad curiously watches on, amidt the mossy shrubs.