These are the two things I had learnt in my very initial years.
I mean we live for travelling. We'll be sitting one moment talking about a certain place. And the next moment we know we are coaxing mom into our unsaid plan and I'm already packing toothbrushes. I mean first things first right. ;) And we often go back to the same places, over and over again. Because we feel like home there. Sure we love exploring but we love feeling the warmth of the old as well.
If I have explicitly inherited something from my father, it's spontaneity, amongst all the other traits which are often clearly visible.
From my very childhood, he has never booked tickets in advance. I just say I want to go somewhere and we get up and go. And somehow magically the tickets are always available for us.
My papa knows magic, I used to think in my childhood. And today, I believe it. I'm pretty sure if I tell him I want to land amongst the stars, he will find a way. He will. Though I won't make such an absurd demand at 24.
That's something he has always told me, "Don't take anything as impossible. When we truly want something, we can always find a way. We just need to try hard and act smart. Don't wait for life to happen. Make it happen. Do whatever you want to, whenever you want to. Ageing sometimes fades our wishes away. So act upon them, right at the moment. Never wait!" And I now, live by it.
I talk about being thankful to him, every Father's Day. This time, I wanted to recollect what has always been our Father-Daughter thing. I often get, "but why always with family?" Well, I have the most fun with my family. And not always the same, take a flight to so and so place and go find a hotel. We have travelled by bus, train (even sleeper coach too many a times), car. With the same enthusiasm, playing cards and singing old songs and recollecting buried anecdotes. I feel like travelling with my best friends. I don't have to act disciplined. In fact the opposite.
So, here's to the All India Road Trip Goal, our Father-Daughter duo will possibly take one day.🍹 .
P.S ~ I know I suck at editing. But I really wanted to put this up. So here we go. 😁
Nowadays, being selfish and self-centred has become a norm. If you do something good then before getting inspired, people will first question your sanity.
The world has become a place where doing good or being selfless is considered weird and if someone wants to be considered normal or want to fit in they gotta be mean and self-centred.
Life is short and sometimes difficult, but it could be made beautiful if you allow goodness to have a place in your every day life.
Once I was told by some respected but weird personality that it's difficult for good people to survive this world and so they need to take some crooked paths if they want to make their life easy.
I wouldn't ever agree to the above statement but I have a question for people of similar mindset- maybe people can survive one situation but how will they face themselves when they're alone or how will they even have a peaceful sleep. I think that's only possible if someone has the courage to kill their conscience.
And that's too costly anyone who values their peace of mind. For those people who say- being good in this world is foolish, I'll say it's actually foolish- not being good. Because the most precious thing one can ever lose is peace of mind and a tranquil heart. And what is even life without them? Even if one owns the world if they don't have a peaceful mind and a tranquil heart, what their life is even worth?
The last dalliance // The memories of that day are still imprinted on every inch of my skin, the day when I laid myself bare in front of you for you to traverse, exploring all my blemishes. Even a slight touch sends me spiralling down to the memories of when I let you in, loving every bit of me. We'd fought the night before and I complained that we never communicate; that day you said we would, we would talk our hearts out. Yet, the moment I was in your presence, every bit of you enraptured me, your scent, the touch of your skin on mine and your breath sending shivers down my spine. Our lips were inches apart, we weren't supposed to kiss, we said we wouldn't. We said we'd talk, we said we'd communicate before we touch each other, before we let lust defeat us. Yet, like magnets we were pulled close to each other, with no way to resist a force that perfervid. It was the only language our bodies remembered in that moment, the only escape fierce enough to contain our passion. I let go of my inhibitions and inched in close to touch your lips with mine, and they held me with a force so strong, one I could never free myself from even if I wished; good that that's what I never wished for. In the steam of that kiss I let myself lose in you, bit by bit, until I could no longer see us as nothing but one. Our bodies moved as one, our hearts beat in a single rhythm and we shared the same air to breathe; we let our minds at rest, to stop thinking of the fights, the tears, the screams and cries. We let only our bodies hold the reins and be in charge. Even as the moment of passion was over, I couldn't pull myself away from you. Every cell within me craved for more and more. Even after days and months since the last dalliance, something pulls me back to you. And every inch of my skin begs for your touch and my tired mind wants to rest, only to be brought back to life with bursts of passion and oneness with another soul. Is it only dalliance, or something much more?
It's a strange bitterness that love leaves behind in people it abandons. A girl I knew stopped smiling at strangers. A man whom I worked night shifts with stopped letting the stray dogs in when it was too cold. My mother stopped kissing me good night. My best friend stopped wishing on the shooting stars and talking all about her favourite movies. A woman who lives next door no longer bakes the best apple-cinnamon pies in the world. I no longer peek out of the window when I smell it in the air. It's as if when the love between two people ends, they take back all of it from the world, in pieces, in little indifferences, in little wars they wage. .
An angry heart runs away from love, but a broken one has been emptied of it—and it takes about 564 days before it is ready to give away some love again. but it does. — apple cinnamon pies // Disha Grover @bytheword_