Here I am yet on another migration from my so called temporary home to the heaven. Iit’s nearly a 38 hours journey and that’s a long duration. I am a lone traveler who is trying to figure out the world around myself. Different stations pass by me, people speak different languages , have their own way of looking around the world , different eating styles( now here I laid emphasis on that particular word coz in my hostel I find this everyday) and this is what adds spice to the life as it is said that the variety is the spice of the life.It is exactly 10:5 pm and I am really not in a mood to sleep as I already slept for 5 hours in trains( needless to mention I am the laziest person on the earth because I have broken record of sleeping continuously for 1 and a half day). This time I do not shut the windows coz what I experience is the cold breeze from Guntur, the fragrance of the oranges are intoxicating ,the taste of the station tea at times reminds me of the hostel, you can guess now why the highest number of diabetic patients are from Tamil Nadu, I feel a great sympathy towards the blind people who come and sell the items but soon I do realize it’s now the part of their lives and they can indeed manage to keep their body and soul together. 5 states pass by me- Tamil Nadu, Andhra Pradesh, Madhya Pradesh, Maharastra and then finally the Uttar Pradesh.My mind doesn’t pay any heed to the surrounding atmosphere but thinks about the food which I had been eagerly waiting for 6 months, my mouth starts watering on thinking about some North Indian dishes which I would be served at home and my day’s long chat with my parents about the university and the hostel life and their final comment that I have changed a lot after going out( Change is a natural phenomena, a part of life, can someone make them understand?). Growing up is a painful process ,I never wanted to grow up , I am not in a mood to lose my teenage, I feel that these two years just passed by like a flash of a camera and I did nothing and when I entered the University on the very first day I was thinking how will I pass a year in this very unknown place, different people ,different language but that was also a part of life which taught me to accept the things as they are and to respect the differences . I get solace when I hear Taylor Swift’s song “ Never Grow Up” the song is about what I exactly feel the each day, she writes about everybody’s life and here unique way of writing songs and here mellifluous voice has made me enchanted.
2 comments:
komal,
so finally, back to where heart is....back home! hope you're having a great time & enjoying yourself in your 'heaven'. an ingenuous but observational & thoughtful post. loved it! :)
you're right. 'growing up' is a wearisome process, my friend. it's june, the month of monsoon. and the commencement of the academic years as well. i see little ones - hooded in raincoats, holding colourful umbrellas, bags of promises, chattering & laughing....with a refreshing, 'brand-new' air about them - scudding in their uniforms....unaware that they're having the time of their lives....as we were. 'age of innocence', ain't it? frankly, at 21, i'm already feeling old. :(
let me listen to swift's "never grow up" at once, and see if i can find some solace. in the meanwhile, you better make the most out of your cherished vacation. make it memorable. and take care!
p.s - take care not to devour too much of your mother's 'special dishes' and grow chubby! ;P
love,
rohith
thanks rohith for the comment.I would definitely keep your P.S in mind. I really miss my childhood days and wish if I could get those days back by any means.
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