Nomadic Musings

It was just another weekend of my life. I was walking slowly in the Bhaji Market because I was in no hurry. The to-do list for this weekend was ready. But I was too lazy to tick things off and make them happen in real. Anyway, this is the story of my each weekend. I had to come to market because there was nothing at home that I could eat. I was very hungry and those cravings took me to the sweet shop. I had some local Indian sweet called ‘jalebi ’. I am very fond of it as it’s the main sweet item in marriages in my locality. I actually prefer eating sweets in the morning because I don’t really care about calories. When I was done with jalebis, I had some Chai. So, that was my Saturday’s breakfast and the picture of it was my Instagram story. While posting it, I heard some noise. I disregarded it completely and posted my story with hash tag Saturday. I heard that noise again. I could not resist myself and followed that noise. I saw a ‘bhajiwali...

‘I’ is the nominal but prime word in one’s existence. The most chief and apprehensive concept of life is ‘I’. ‘I’ hold few storms and waves within it. ‘I’ relinquish, ‘I’ enforce. ‘I’ fell in love, ‘I’ offer love. ‘I’ express, ‘I’ keep mum. ‘I’ know some mysterious screams that are within it; ‘I’ roam around the globe, sitting at a place. ‘I’ is the most knotty thing ever; mingled with self strings. ‘I’ seeks for ‘I’ out there. ‘I‘have an eye on everything except ‘I’.

Twenty years from now I will be there, somewhere. May be struggling or with a deluxe life. May be caught in the traffic, on the way to my work Or I will have my home as my workplace. Alone, Married or with completely incredible life? May be amused somewhere; or crying in any corner? Far away or very near? Will I be the same old school girl or with so many tattoos over my body? No. No. No. I don’t know if I will have your number saved or not Yes, I am talking about you. I can’t say. Sorry. Also, My dreams aren’t loyal to me. They change always. What will be I? May be a dodgy criminal or just a wandering photographer Or Attending my ‘Best Seller Book’ sessions or just a random impassionate person? I don’t know. I really don’t know. Unpredictable Isn’t it? Oh no! Or May be lifeless?

Dear winter, First of all, let me tell you that you are the best part every year. The very first reason to love you is an easy run away from an early morning shower. Another reason is you inspire me. Surprised? Trust me, I wish to have that ‘cold’ in me. Sometimes, the ‘fire’ in me seems useless. The temper I lose at times, need the ‘chill’ that you have. I think enough of this Metaphor game. Now let’s focus on other things. Ready? Ok. Cool (Wait. Not cool. You already are) Disclaimer: I am going to appreciate and thank you a lot so do not go red. I love those special cravings for ‘Chai’ after lunch. (Sounds weird?) Also, you bring so many of my preferred vegetables. Thanks a lot for being a ‘Special season’ of ‘Gajar Ka Halwa’ and ‘Dryfruits ke ladoo’ . Sweatshirts, socks, blankets: All come out, and Party, Just because of you. I don’t know how to thank you for the ‘Ch...

Dear sister, Thanks for everything. Right from our childhood, you were there for my every need. Directly-indirectly , I have became a carbon copy of you. We have shared many (every) dresses and secrets . We were diaries of one another, but now that we are ageing maybe we have  made our own compartments separately. Or Maybe I am wrong to think so. Maybe in search of our own space, some things are kept private. I love how few things were only between us and they are still the same. It's amazing how we think the same about few people. You've saved me many times. You've saved me from makeup  and wardrobe disasters. The food you cook for me, and the blessings I offer you for that will forever be the story of our lives. The way I used to annoy you by putting your name in random song is still the cutest thing I find to annoy you. ❤ I know, with time , we may go away by distance. But our hearts will always miss a beat for one another. Ohh sister, you are the pretti...