An Eggible Garden 

So what was breakfast. Mine looked like this on the plate … Eggs + bread+ cheese + greens

Solo-trips 

I took myself home from the university on my second semester break, alone. That was my first solo trip. I booked myself into the 24 hour train the very next day after my last exam was done for the semester. My friends were waiting for the dates when the students concession rates would begin which was a week from then, I had no patience, and since then I’ve travelled soon after my exams were over, the same evening or the first mode of transport the very next day. A few of my friends have also accompanied me in the later semsters for they felt waiting was taking time away from beingin the comforts of home… relaxing, far away from work was the one point agenda.

I never felt I was travelling alone or I never had a feeling of “oh it was my first solo trip” I had a reservation for a side upper birth, and Somerset Maugham’s Ashenden for company. Every time after it has been the same set of feelings of no particular exhilarating feelings of travelling solo. 

Was the trip life changing? May be, I’m not sure. I made friends with the fellow passengers which is the case almost always even while I have company, watched out for the sunsets and sunrises, the painted horizons, the wind on my face …. Did I get more time to look at the nature around me because there were no distractions in the form of people? May be. But that was just the beginning, after which I have taken myself on different trips for leisure and work … I guess my parents would have thought their daughter had grown up to travel alone, that could have been the life changing impact, but they never showed it off 😂

Buzzfeed has come up with a list of shares on life-changing-solo-trips. Which brings me to the question curiously about how many of us travel solo? Don’t we all? May be we don’t plan many a vacation alone, but otherwise we have all travelled solitary. Solitary sounds better than alone as the word alone gives a sad ring to the context. 

Nowadays people travel alone and take selfies! Isn’t that the fad? I’m not into taking selfies either. There are trips where I have it all recorded in a note book and not as a single picture, like the recent pondy trip where I have it all in my head and my books and nothing in pictures. I can still see the people, the sun, the walks, the lights, the skies the dinners…   Some places sound lovely in the pages of a diary recollected as Wordsworth has said, in tranquitliy! 

:) :P of course …

I’ve always been a thriller/detective/policeprocedural kind of TV viewer. Therefore, Friends never was in my purview of my to be lists until I started meeting people who grew upon friends or began friends later and became big fans. I was aware of a skeletal idea of the plot, but it is not until recently that I have sat down to watch the episodes in order. And I wonder why I never went that way to watch them ever. I don’t see myself becoming a fan, because you serve me friends and the blacklist, I’d obviously choose the latter, but yeah a mania has begun. Lets see how far it takes me into the archives of TV. 

#worldpoetryday

Because I could not stop for Death – 
He kindly stopped for me –  
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –  
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility – 

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –  
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –  
We passed the Setting Sun – 

Or rather – He passed us – 
The Dews drew quivering and chill – 
For only Gossamer, my Gown – 
My Tippet – only Tulle –

(Emily Dickinson) she is exquisite in her versification

Tuesday Tattles – Cloudy Days

Cloudy days make me lazy and dreamy …what about you? So, I wake up, draw my curtains apart and let the sun stream in, so that I feel non-lazy but still dreamy. Dreamy is the state of mind, always. On days when the sun is covered by blankets of clouds, I feel dull-er. I don’t know why, I kind of need the rays to wake me up. That said I love when it rains, but love it an extra notch when the sun peeps out from behind the clouds during the rain intervals … 

Enjoy your Tuesday and share your little tales.. 

Monday Musings 

the night is young, always! When the clouds crowded together to cover the moon, the camp fires were set, and everyone stayed awake looking out into the horizon, Sharing stories of …

This week it all about spring! Since I have only summers coming up, and the best of activities is to go enjoy the waters in the open field beach, here goes… Into the waters for dutch goes the photo. 

Often I’m lazy to transfer pictures clicked on the camera, so i take the shorter route of clicking the picture from the camera view pane! The rear view pictures @cees 

How to differentiate between a sunrise and a sunset 

Pics courtesy: two of my friends 

One from Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

One from the man himself, Derek Walcott , poet, playwright, nobel prize laureate (1992) He may continue writing poems in another world…

The two kinds of people …

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The chicken …

Who crossed the road! First looked left, then right and went ahead! Why did the chicken cross the road, to escape the sun … It was a hot day!