Deeviations

~ my space to be; as I deviate into the dark unwritten sky, trailing constellations of letters behind ~

mmmmmm books…

It’s the monsoons - perfecto for my renewed challenge to read books and reignite this long lost hobby of mine. Once upon a time, I was an avid bottle-eyed bookworm utterly obsessed with books; libraries where my seventh heaven, my cloud nine, and under the blanket was my cozy wormhole, night was day and day was night, I never cared. Good times!


But unfortunately, as time passed by and life ebbed on, so did my dwindling interest in books… sigh. Ever since, I have been wistfully wishing to read books again… but Mr Procrastination always won fair and square!

So I asked myself - if not now… when? So recently, on a spur, I marched myself to a lending library nearby and gifted myself a membership and now here I am… a happy bottle-eyed bookworm again – and loving every minute of it!

Stepping into the library was a spell binding moment – the familiar piles and stacks of books, the numerous rickety shelves, the rousing blurbs on the back of the books, the crisp scent of brown tinted pages – the very ambience of it all – simply pepped a soft nostalgic adrenalin rush. Memories.

Now, curled up with a book and snug in my cozy wormhole after ages – I am thrilled beyond words that I gave my reading challenge a shot. Books are here to stay. Solid.

Leave no regrets behind. Better now than never.

“A writer only begins a book. A reader finishes it.” - Samuel Johnson

Road trips are simply synonymous with exhilaration!

It has become a common fad among us mighty friends to embark on road trips on the spur. The wolf pack. No complaints.

To escape the smoldering heat of a 365 day summer and break away from mundane life, our usual destination is of course the hill tops. The natural beauty of the hills, the forests and the fresh chill air that engulfs, is always and truly invigorating - a perfect getaway from the city madness!

We usually set out on our road trips well before the sun decides to rise – probably the only time we ever get to witness that ‘time of day’. As the sun struggles to peek through the clouds, we bundle up into our car armed with Google maps and potato chips to lead the way to the hills and beyond! We are a pretty sight - all sleepy eyed but with smiles on our faces and contagious yawns doing its rounds!

The journey takes off on a good note with mindless talks, laughter and camera clicks! Soon enough hunger pangs begin to creep and we make our first pit stop for breakfast. We settle for a nice south Indian spread of idilis, pongal, vadais, dosas and piping hot coffee - those rare moments of a veggie delight. We continue on our road trip, whizzing past rows of little shops in little towns. In between towns, wide landscapes of faraway hills, paddy fields and greenery greets us! The pit stops keep stopping at timely intervals – fuel for the car and us!

Eventually, we reach the foothills and begin our enthralling climb uphill along winding roads and shady slopes wooded with dense verdure, and abound with  varied fauna and flora! Windows rolled down… fresh air, breathtaking scenery, luscious greenery and wafts of cool breeze lures us into the hills!

Once we are settled and unpacked – the expedition begins. Out we are, reveling on new ground, exploring our surroundings, walk, talk, walk. Our taste buds freak while we have a blast trying out street food - a top priority in our road trip agenda. Like every tourist, we make our way to the recommended sight-seeing places – and sometimes we drift, meander onto offbeat routes. By nightfall it becomes pretty cold, and after our eerie 'unrecommended' drive around shadowy gloomy hills accompanied with spooky story narrations - we finally get back, bunch up in warm clothing and play indoor games and chit-chat our way into the night!

Dawn. Being on a hill top, the new day usually brings with it light showers of rains and a lovely dewy mist – the perfect icy morning! Soon enough, we get rolling as nature beckons us to set out to follow the ‘wind calls’ and to trek a little in the wilderness. Oh yes! Trekking is another activity on our must-do list. We thrive in exploring ‘the woods are lovely dark and deep’ and rocky mountain high. The climb to the misty cliff top is easier said than done – but ever so promising for what awaits us! Nothing ever really completely prepares you for the breathtaking view from the pinnacle of hope, towering above and looking down on all of creation – the length and breadth of all that is around you and not. The expanse is awe-inspiring. One with pure nature; as we stand amidst the mist, breeze, trees, clouds and drizzling rain. Silence completes.

The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.” –Don Williams Jr.

A fleeting happiness.
A momentary bliss.
A shared joy, mine and his...
Overwhelming. Vivid. Boundless.
Alas! Short-lived.
A shared agony, mine and his...
Excruciating. Deep. Helpless.
When a part of me... Departed.
A shared love, mine and his...
Exalting. Pure. Timeless.
For love never ceased to exist
But only grew stronger...
When a part of me... Departed.

Childhood memories.

Going down memory lane to a little monsoon city - I fondly remember as kids, my brother and I, eagerly waited for the generous rain gods to make their sacred presence felt! We would be thrilled beyond measure as the showers of blessings came pouring down - drenching the world around us. Even more thrilled were we, with the puddles that evolved in various shapes and sizes – all because it was perfect to set our little paper boats to sail! :)

In weirdly-colored and overtly-large raincoats (that did no justice to its purpose) - we would set off excitedly on our ‘sail away’ mission. Sometimes we would have a troop of our little friends from the neighbourhood marching along. One by one the paper boats would set sail, as we delightfully watched them float or… sink - in 'awe' nevertheless.

Besides, once the paper boats were done – we would start sailing just about anything; a dry leaf, a twig, a sweet wrapper, anything!

And as the rains recede, we would venture on to catch the tiny guppy fishes frolicking under the glistening waters – an escapade that ended in lovely glass fish bowls! While most remained fish, some unsuspectingly turned out to be clammy tadpoles! ;) 

The monsoon project didn't stop there for us! Next, in all consuming patience, we would fill up empty coconut shells with damp mud and 'mold to perfection' little rows of choco-mud pies. The joy that goes into creating these little 'perfect' mud pies is priceless – far more than digging into an exotic piece of chocolate cake! *debatable*
 
Looking back, it’s fascinating… how amused, delighted and engrossed we were as little children with the little moments of happiness we created for ourselves. The simplicity of childhood. Innocence.

Childhood memories.

It was yester years, school-going days. Metamorphosis.

The time when I was confused and tormented by the world around me – wanting a changed world, wanting a better world, ‘wanting’! Don’t get me wrong, I have pretty much been a happy and contented soul all my life – but who hasn’t had those momentary lapses of reason?! ;)

The ‘Serenity Prayer’ in a lovely icy-blue frame, adorned with pretty little flowers, hung nonchalantly on the wall of my peach-colored room. It hung amid a jungle-themed calendar, a whimsical depiction of Alice in wonderland, and a picturesque painting of a lake. Coming to think of it, the lake was an absolute representation of serenity! *thinking*

Anyways tripping back to my metamorphic times - it was one of those jaded days as I sat brooding in my room. Mindlessly, I sat staring at the wall in front of me and for some obscure reason slowly started reading the Serenity Prayer. I have no idea how, no clue why, but on that day, the very ‘words’ that I have probably read a million times before, chose to come alive in a whole different way. It made sense. It connected. And ever since... my ‘world’ did ‘change’! :)

So today I would like to share with you my favorite little prayer – the ‘Serenity Prayer’ in the hope that it might make a difference to somebody somewhere like the way it did to me!

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