This entry was to be titled as “25 ways to be Bhawna Jaimini”, but since there are many more ways to attain the feat (m not bragging guys...it’s actually a feat in literal senses) the entry was scrapped before it took steps towards its threshold and the nomad in me took over the guns. Yes, I found a new companion to share a cup of coffee and quarrellings melancholic times named nomad who was sleeping under heavily fabricated layers of fear and apprehensions.
I went on a 3 day trip to a place called Hubli in Karnataka and by the virtue of being in close proximity to Goa; the state of pleasure fell in my kitty too. Taking a 39 hours journey, miles away from home navigation towards nothing and everything brought whims and grins of past and I felt heavy by a 100 pounds weight of nostalgia. It took me to the time when I was a little kid and journeys meant only trips to my grandparents place in Calcutta, I was never intrigued by the urge of attaining my destinations sometimes even wishing that it never happens to see my face. I always happened to strike a bond with my journey which I find hard to break. And this time the bond stroked with all the powerful chords and I fell in love all over again! With whom? Well ...MYSELF and of course my nomad. My nomad made me do all the things which I would have shrugged off with a grin. From moving with no plans and directions to reaching the airport without the air ticket, only to find out that I was booked on the wrong flight. I think we did it all... not with style though, but with perplexed garnishing of goof ups.
This was my first independent step I took to move an inch closer towards my independent existence which seldom reaches any human entity and I just hope it finds me before I decides to seek comfort in my dependence. And now that I have a new companion too, I may turn out be one of those fortunate ones!
P.S- a very happy winter to all.
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