Early this month I took a trip to Goa with my bestie. She has a little Enid Blytonish pad, beautifully furnished with immaculate whites, where we spent three dreamy days. It was my first girlie trip. Having heard so much about all the fun girls have when they go on the much talked about “girlie trips”, this was a much-anticipated one. We had planned to do this for a while, but you know sometimes plans have a way of crashing mid-flight, or the flight never takes off. But this time we resolved to not to dilly-dally any further and take the plunge.
My mother and I share a bond which is about 45 years long (including my time in her womb). Well, I gave away my age, but listen up folks, “Age is just a number.” *Cheesy Grin* knowing that one’s such a cliché. Well back to this little Ode for my Mommy Dearest. Ma and I are like chalk and cheese in many a ways. Yet my core values are a reflection of her. We love each other to the moon and back, yet we can’t live too long without squabbling and sulking. Ma has been my rock solid pillar, my shield, my armour in the roughest of moments. And believe you me the one thing I can vouch about her blindly is that her instincts are never ever wrong. I may have argued and dismissed them off, but they were always true to the T. With each passing year I have started appreciating and acknowledging her for these intuitive powers, as the youthful rush of blood wore off me.
Aloha! I wrote this post during my travels but due to poor connectivity was unable to post it. Do pardon the tardiness. I’m now back from my break and will be returning to my regular blogging schedule.
Journey Down Memory Lane: #AtoZ Challenge Reflections 2017
5 April, 2017, Morjim beach, Goa, India
I’m cooling my heels at Morjim’s black, sandy beach, Pinacolada on one side and a plate overflowing with the fresh morning catch of jumbo fried Pomfret, salad and some fries on the other. The balmy breeze is caressing my skin, and the sea is roaring a sensuous song. Reclining on a comfy beach chair, I gaze at the sea, and then back at my Pages file and the jumbo Pomfret (what were these guys thinking when they rustled this up for me!) and I’m totally one with the moment. I haven’t been on a solo holiday ever. It’s my first time, and I think it’s a great thing to do and every one should. I’ve been in Goa since yesterday. My bestie, soul sister and partner in crime joins me later today.
As the curtains draw to a remarkable close to the month of A to Z Challenge 2017, a part of me is despondent and the other part, happy as a lark. Despondent at the thought of the closure, happy at the idea of taking a break from the rigours of writing, researching, editing, posting, cross posting, commenting etc (for a bit). I intend to turn these 26 posts into a book. I’m considering an e-book for now. But before I step into the process I will take a week-long break from writing and cool my heels by the seaside, where who knows another travel epiphany will strike.
Today is the penultimate day of the great AtoZ writing challenge It’s been a long, fascinating, yet demanding month-long ride. Also my first journey with AtoZ. It was a pleasure compiling 26 different stories of my enthralling travels experiences. Some replete with adventure, some plain simple revelations that the places brought with them and some life’s little nuggets of wisdom lent during the course of these travels. I’m humbled by the love I have received from my very talented fellow bloggers and all the brilliant bloggers I have chanced upon during the course of this challenge. I hope to be back again next year, though better prepared than this time and armed with another bunch of interesting stories.
My torrid love affair with travel will continue today, as I’d like to share with you my long-standing dreams of visiting some places around the globe. Reading and hearing about them has left me spell-bound and intrigued. So come, join me in my travels yonder and beyond.
I’m from Lucknow, capital city of Uttar Pradesh in North India, also known as the City of Nawabs. I choose to call it xenial as every pore of this ancient, city exudes hospitality, love and a deep-rooted pride for the cultural heritage. The people of Lucknow are warm, soft-spoken and courteous. The rich cultural heritage of the city is pretty much influenced by the Mughal era. This includes the ancient monuments, Awadhi cuisine, dance forms, music, language, clothing and embroidery; all of which have a touch of royal splendour. Lucknow is called the City of Nawabs as once upon a time it was ruled by Nawabs (semi-autonomous muslim leaders of princely states or province).
Sometimes it’s uncanny how your little ones will dispense pearls of wisdom your way, at the most unexpected moments. Wisdom that you probably didn’t give a fleeting thought to and that never really crossed the so-called deep recesses of your mind. I have had many such experiences with both my girls. I continue to learn from them each day. I feel, we as parents learn from our children as much as they learn from us, if not more.
Post Alert: Slightly long post, but honest to God, you won’t regret it.
V is for Valiant & Victorious Ride
12 February, 2017, Bhuvaneshwari Devi, Gurugram, New Delhi Capital Region, India
I’m an avid cyclist. A passion that I engage in it with as much ardor as writing. Though I wish I would ride more often, and have a time set aside each day to cycle, just like the way I have for writing. Well, hopefully someday soon that thought will turn that into a reality.