Category Archives: Travel

September -3

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Fresh cool air, fills the lungs,

butterflies in the stomach, that unexplained joy brings.

 

Chill in the breeze, clears the head,

delightful morning dew drops, shivering buds.

 

No more scorching Sun, no more incessant rains.

No need for warm clothes yet, pleasant walks again.

 

Full canopy of trees, lush carpet rolled out of green,

greenary everywhere, like velvet cape of a queen.

 

Festivities round the corner, new memories to remember,

best time of the year, the month that is, September.

                                         Photo Credits Go To Cdr. Rajesh Sinha(Retd.)

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Summer Vacation

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Days and dates don’t matter anymore till the last day arrives, when we have to say farewell and depart.

Everyone feels secure in the chaos of children screaming, running, laughing and sleep at night comes fast.

Time is divided between meal times only, am and pm is recognizable only by children’s sleepy eyes.

Mindless gossip mixed with some serious talk is exchanged during tea time, food becomes the primary priority for all.

Healthy food becomes non-existent, even fruits are consumed like shakes, loaded with sugar.

 

There is no privacy, no quiet hours, no usual tantrums of , I want to be left alone. Sounds turn into noise, noise into peels of laughter.

No reading or writing time, no grown up time, nothing but cartoons playing on T.V.

Elders get dead tired, while children have unbound energy. There are no sleepy afternoons, or nap times, everything is rolled into one crazy time slot.

There is so much to take in, so much to give, so much to share, so much to accept.

 

Nothing makes you feel more trustworthy than when a toddler for whom you did not exist earlier, addresses you for the first time, pulls your clothes and asks you to take him for a walk.

Unsupervised baking experiments of children take place, when cakes are baked with salt, thinking they were using icing sugar and finally expected to be consumed with compliments.

Every other hour you are supposed to visit the park outside your home in the heat and convince children that they should stay in or else will catch some deadly disease due to the brutal heat.

In all, it is sheer madness, the madness which begins as soon as the children enter the grandparent’s home and ends only with the goodbyes.

Summer

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Let’s escape to a place where the water hasn’t yet evaporated from the ponds, lakes and rivers.

Where bare feet can still walk on dew covered blades of grass in the mornings.

 

Let’s go to a place where chirping birds are the only alarms in the mornings​.

Where silence wakes you up as sunlight peeping through the curtains.

 

Let’s escape to that place where peacocks scream and dance to forecast the weather.

Where ants predict if the rain is approaching working untethered.

 

Let’s go to the place where flora blooms announcing the temperature of the day.

Where sunflowers tilt towards the Sun till May.

 

Let’s escape to a place where time is told by the length of the shadows.

Where meal times are dictated by commotion at the gate by the stray dogs, going to and fro.

 

Let’s go to a place where sparrows still exist due to lack of telephone towers.

Where people keep bird feed in bowls outside their homes with water.

 

Let’s go to that place where people converse, sitting together and not “Chat”.

Where people connect through emotions and not internet.

 

Let’s escape to the place where “web” means spiders catching dew drops like diamonds.

Where “net” means fishermen trying to catch fish near islands.

 

To a place where the breeze is still cool at five in the morning.

Where you wait for the day to unfold with great longing.