I am a loquacious person only morning blues, traveling views, reading booze and writing enthuse can stop me from one of my favorite activity.
As many of you know, I took a small break from blogging world, to go home and celebrate Diwali with my family. Now that I am married and staying quite far from my home, this is an annual ritual for me. Dividing my 2 weeks stay between my two homes.
This whole stay meant lot of traveling, for people like me who are reluctant travelers, this was lot to ask for. But the excitement of meeting my whole family and friends outweighed everything.
These journeys are fulfilling as they give me lot of introspection time. They are meditative experiences for me. Watching people, places and nature is my favorite passing time activity. When, I am in traveling mode, I tend to avoid my obsession with Reading instead I try to find inspiration for my writing art. I am glad that I was filled with many such experiences. Slowly and steadily, I will unfold them for you all.
For seeing inspiration in small things, you need to watch out. That’s why since childhood, I always try to grab the window seat 😛 . Then the race was between me and my brother and now it is with my hubby dear, who is a tortoise in these races. But his fear for heights means a window seat for me without any clash on all our flight’s 😉
For the first time, I took a flight in daytime that was accompanied by a clear beautiful sky. The blanket of clouds took me down to my childhood memory lane.
For the first time, dad came home, from his usual 20 days tour, early. We were surprised how come he was early by 2 days then his given time but we didn’t payed much heed to it and got busied in unpacking his traveling bag to look out for traces of present. Whenever dad traveled to a far flung or a new place he used to bring gifts or some specialty of food item of that place. This time he brought a beautiful Saree for mom, and shorts for both of us. We were immensely happy with the outcome of our search operation.
Dad was freshened up by then and asked us the usual questions about our studies. He was strict with us, when it came to studies and he used to keep a close watch on us regarding it. When he was out of home, mom became his eyes and ears, changing her usual soften mode.
While serving us the lunch, mom asked him about his early arrival. To this he simply replied, by flight. We were perplexed by his answer. Because back then, in India traveling by flight was an unusual thing to do, only rich and high post people used to do it. We were out with so many questions for him to be answered. And he patiently answered them all.
But I still remember my first question back then.
Me: How does clouds look from there, Papa?
Dad: It just look like a scoop of vanilla ice-cream 🙂
Me: Wow 🙂 Hope, I see them, someday, that way 🙂
This conversation that took place a decade ago brought smile on my face. Thinking of the time, I so desperately wished to have that look.
I thanked god for fulfilling one more wish of mine.
Here are two beautiful pictures from not so nice phone of mine with amazing quote by Victor Hugo 😉
“The clouds, – the only birds that never sleep.”
Share your first flight journey 🙂 I would like to hear you all 🙂