The other day when I visited a small village nestled in the woods far away from the cry of the world.. suddenly the pace of my life slowed down a little bit. Until then, it was all about running around chasing unseen things and groping time that I didn’t have. The journey to this beautiful village was amazing in itself. The waterfalls were at every other turning of the road. The sound of the gushing water seemed like music to my ears. The huge trees stood on either sides of the road were like guardians. They made me feel safe.
The village was picturesque. It looked like a wallpaper that walked out of some dreamy land. There were plenty of flowers in the village. And they were in so many colors, I wondered who mixed the perfect palette and painted those tiny flowers with so much of patience! Rainbows spilled into my eyes just by looking at those pretty flowers. I tried to capture some flowers in my camera lens but when I saw the picture, I realized, the camera utterly failed when compared to the powerful lens of my eyes.
When I stood on the top of the hill, I almost floated above the clouds. The cloud clad mountains were so beautiful to look at in the light of the dawn. The warm rays of the Sun failed to hit the ground directly. The sunrays seemed to be trapped by the blanket of fog.
The chillness of the water pricked my feet when I stepped into the waterfall. I felt cleansed.. right there! I simply sat on a rock in the waterfall and got drenched in the stream of water falling from above. The water cutting into the bed of rocks made a wonderful sound that strangely calmed the chaos in my mind.
I learnt many things.. simple is beautiful, just be yourself and do not imitate anyone, minimalism simplifies life, contentedness brings happiness and peace, live in unison with nature, and last but not least.. love all!
By the time I was on my way back, my soul is healed.. and I thought to myself.. WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD?
Well, traveling and reading go hand in hand I guess. As usual, I laid back and started reading that day when I was on my trip. After a while, I started dozing in rhythm to the bus running down the road. Just when I thought I was almost asleep, the bus came to a sudden stop and I snapped out of my short sleep. I decided it’s not a good idea to open my kindle and continue reading my book.
Since I could not fall back to sleep, I kept staring out of the window of the bus into the darkness. The lights from the houses afar twinkled like stars in the sky. It was a feast to the eyes. When I was tired of watching the artificial lights, I looked up the sky and found the moon fully on. I totally forgot that it was a full moon day. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. I loved the way it was playing peek-a-boo through the clouds passing by. I kept looking at it drifting through a number of thoughts.
Everybody was asleep on the bus and I was the only person sitting upright and looking at the moon like some artist looking for inspiration. I wanted to capture this beautiful moment into a picture which was too much to aim for. But, I thought I better try it. I took out my phone and clicked the picture of the moon. When I looked at the picture, I realized there were few electric wires in the way and the moon was caught on that string. It looked like a ball tied to a string. I guess I’m still a kid at heart.
Finally, my eyelids grew heavy and I fell asleep. I’m sure you all could guess what I dreamt of that night… Yes, you guessed it right. My dream was all about the moon.
Reading is not just one task. We get to know many new things, roam in strange places that we never knew existed, taste yummy cuisines from all around the world and meet people who are way more interesting than the real people in our lives.
I know I sound crazy but I wanted to put my reading aside just for a little while and indulge myself in some coffee before I pick my next book. I’ve been on a marathon reading lately. I read some books that are to be released later this year, some books that are just released, some books from the early and late 19th century and some classics. I almost read a book a week.
During this reading, I felt a sudden emptiness in my mind. Sometimes, I was reading, my eyes would run along the letters but I failed to register the meaning or the context in my mind. I was too stubborn to admit that I’m tired of reading. I call myself a book dragon and I couldn’t allow myself to say that I’m bored of reading.
But at one point of time, I realized that there is no point in randomly reading without enjoying the book. I wouldn’t say I was utterly bored, but there were too many books and too many characters from them in my mind that my brain refused to allow new characters to establish themselves in the little space left out on it.
I got up, I went for some long walks, I listened to plenty of music, I gave some time to a little gardening and finally, my mind was recharged. I was good like new! That’s when I picked up my next book and dived into the pages.
It’s okay to get bored or to get tired of something you love. We all experience that at one point or another. Don’t feel disappointed, and do not dare to assume that your love for that particular thing has faded. Take a break, involve yourself into few other tasks and in the meantime, think of what’s the next best thing you could do about your passion. Then, you are good to go!
Let me know your thoughts. Tell me what you did when you got bored of something you love. Ba Bye!
Did you ever meet someone who feels like your other half? Did you ever wanted to take it to next level, but was scared to do so? Are your past experiences stopping you from taking the next step? Let me tell you a small story about someone who felt just like you…
A boy and a girl knew each other for a long time. They both shared a great bond, they could understand each other without words being said. They shared almost everything and supported each other in many ways. Their relationship had no name but it was nothing less than love. One day she asked him if they can give their relationship a name. He said he is scared to name it and scared to trust anyone to that extent.
She said, “Let’s give it a try. Let’s not commit to anything yet. Let’s say we are going to try swimming in the sea and you are scared of the waves. I’ll hold your hand and walk with you down the beach till where the blue waters kiss the sand. Let’s get in a little farther till we go knee deep. Since you are scared from the start, I’m not going to force you to go any further. But if you choose to get adventurous and try a little bit more, I’m not going to leave your hand. I’ll show you what its like to be in a relationship with me. I’m going to show you what its like when the waves of my love caress your feet. I’m leaving it to you to imagine how it’s gonna be when you let yourself into this relationship. The sea holds treasures of plenty of emotions, you can find corals of my love deep down the seabed. When your love for me shines like the Sun, I’m gonna turn orange reflecting your colors. I’m not going to lie to you.. there will be some storms when the wind blows the wrong way, but I promise we’ll work out a way to get through them together. We can build our dreams together like kids build sandcastles on the beach. You can get a glimpse of me, of US when we are a couple. If you like it, let’s get into it more, swim together and explore the depths of each other’s souls. I think it would be my biggest regret if we don’t give us a chance. What do you say?”
He looked into her eyes thoughtfully, smiled and agreed. Thus, started their love story!
I guess I got the streak of an artist from my mother. I never enjoyed too many people around me. Whenever I get chance, I grab my pencil, sketches and colors, run to a corner and draw. Drawing brings me joy. The strokes of the brush and the lines from the pencil draw my thoughts. Feels good to know that I can erase anything I draw and fix it. Though I stopped drawing for over 10 years, I picked up my pencil again lately. Every sketch I make brings back a little piece of me which went missing in the life’s journey. I gather all those pieces with great care and lock them inside my mind palace in order to not to lose them ever again. I know many of us become the person whom we never thought we would become. Its never too late to fix it. Pick up your pencil and draw a better picture. Unfortunately, there’s never been an eraser that could erase our mistakes. But, never mind! Buy a new sketchbook, a better pencil kit and don’t forget to sharpen your pencil this time. Start drawing the lines. Slowly fill it with beautiful colors from your experiences. You’ll see what an amazing painting you made out of that empty page! When I could make cool art out of my life, you can, too! So, what are you waiting for? Fill your life with plenty of colors and share those beautiful paintings with me.