Mobile Post : From the city Rediscovered

Sometimes there is nothing more beautiful than seeing the sunset over the mountains with wind in your hair. It's even better when there is melancholy in the air. That sweet mixture of happiness and sadness. Sometimes there is nothing better than a feeling that all would be well. When trekking up the hill to a temple which claims to fulfill wishes, and you actually hope that your wishes come true. That desperate yet thought evoking behaviour of complete submission. Sometimes there is nothing better than twinkling lights by the lake side on a beautiful moonlit night. As if the water and the quite would transport you to a place of joy. Sometimes there is nothing better than mundane conversations without care and thought. Of sipping coffee and making the silliest of conversation with your lil sister, about the latest item songs. Sometimes there is nothing better than flying confetti and the dancing drag queen, celebrating a festival with strangers in a crowded market place. Sometimes all you need is to drive on without respite. Without fear through the crowd. Sometimes all I need is a bit of this home town should I call it; to be happy when I'm also a little sad.

Embracing my Inner Romantic

Someone just told me that I was a romantic and I really couldn't disagree.

For I can't help but think...

That there is nothing better than smell of rain, that umas from the hot scorched earth when varsha ritu comes home. Of dreaming of long walks on moonlit paths. Of the idea of living in the 60's and waiting for letters. Of making iced tea at home starting with actually boiling some tea first. Of looking at lights from hill tops. Of sunrises and sunsets. Of cool wind blowing in my face. Of water gently lapping at my feet. Of kids running with phuljhadhis on Diwali. Of firecrackers and bright lights in the sky. Of summer nights on rooftops looking at the sky, finding new constellations and catching some shooting stars. Of talking about life with a like minded stranger. Of seeing a one toothed old man smile, as you stop your car to let him pass. Of laughing in my head when noticing people impatience, of smiling to myself when I remember my own such times. Of being stuck in traffic jam with your favourite song on the radio and not a worry about the destination. Of crossing bridges by road or by train. Of listening to train tracks when the metro approaches. Of spending an afternoon look at the sparrow and hearing it chirp. Of spending hours playing with a half filled bottle and catching the light. Of coming up with many thoughts, hoping that I'll blog and then lazing away with them tucked away at the back of my mind. Of thinking that the Hijra at the signal is a friend, cause he always says hi but never asks for money. Of loving the thought of an orange bar on a hot summer night. Of standing at the train door looking the world go past. Of being happy and of being sad. Of being lonely and a little thoughtful. Of feeling blessed and dejected at the same time. Of friends and family. Of me and myself. Of my future and of my past. Of myself in an avatar quite free and not just cast.