The universe is not here to let us dream or protect our dreams.. it doesn’t care that someone who has had his head in the clouds shouldn’t come crashing down to the ground. It isn’t here to protect us.That’s not to say the universe is hostile. It is just indifferent. Benign. Doesn’t care. And that’s what makes it all the more dangerous.
This cold, soulless city.. Want to run away ..I miss home. And people to call my own. You don’t realize how precious those who love you are. Those who would give anything to see your face, be with you, talk to you. Until you see what it is to live without love and warmth and feeling welcome.
This fall is amplifying the two cravings I usually feel to a somewhat manageable extent: the desire for good food and wanderlust. I am gobbling down pizza and biryani and tikka in one go like a total food whore! Part of it can be blamed on the Gilmore Girls marathon though, which literally demands good food to munch on. How am I ever going to look good in that pretty pretty bridal dress? Sigh. These bridal woes are killing me every day. Ugh. Travel blogs are making me green with envy. Reading about Cappadocia in February and Koh Samui in summers, relishing the memories of Budapest and Amsterdam, scrolling through trip itineraries at Fodor, could the self-inflicted torture be any more intense? :( The person in my mind is yelling vacation vacation! I need a long vacation!! (and lots of money to pull it off)
Every morning the aroma of coffee in the office brings the nostalgia of boarding a morning flight and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting in from the galley
All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost
By the river Seine I sang a song..
Increasingly getting a feeling these days that being so swamped up with work, personal life, meeting deadlines etc has really just made everything in life so self-centered. Missing the satisfaction of being able to listen to a friend who had a bad day at work, or helping a roommate download an app she can’t wrap her head around, or just being there for friends/family when they need me. Really need to get better at multitasking which my Italian boss thinks women are better at anyways- thanks to evolution- because women were required to attend to multiple chores in the house while men had to focus on hunting alone. My Pakistani male coworkers cringed inside when they heard him proclaim women might be better than them.. at something… doesn’t matter what. That’s probably one of the reasons why they don’t really like him. These goras, man. Not respecting the cultural values so dear to us.
Andddd on a completely different and non-dismal note, fall is here. At least in Islamabad. The morning breeze is getting chilly and morning drives to work are becoming so much more joyful! Just waiting for those leaves to turn yellow and crisp, punctuate it with a hot croissant and a cup of hot tea, and ta daaa! Happiest time of the year is here :D
During some random buzzfeed-ing yesterday, I read about this 5 year old girl who is autistic and expresses herself through her wonderful paintings. And we are not talking regular 5 year old drawings here. Man, are those brush strokes skilled! I don’t know how a 5 year old can manage such layering and depth with those 5 year old hands of hers. And the colors so pacifying, yet the painting so stormy. You can have a look at her paintings here and you will know what I’m talking about.
Something happens as you get a little older (and maybe a teeny tiny bit wiser) and you realize that you have to do it on your own. No one will work as hard for you as you will. It’s scary to admit for yourself. But if inside your guts and bones, you feel you have something to offer, don’t let self-doubt keep your magic from the rest of us. We want in.
I have always had this weird habit of looking at pictures which pique my interest for quite a long time. Back in college when I first saw the portrait of the Afghan Girl by National Geographic, it instantly caught my attention. Sort of gripped my heart, you know. I just could not tear away my gaze from that look on her face- angry and potent, hiding beneath it a thunderous storm of rage and deep pain. It was one of the most powerful pictures I had ever laid my eyes on. And I would look at it from time to time, because I found myself connecting with the girl while looking at her picture. Weird, I know. And my room mates had quite a laugh when they found me staring at that picture, not being able to fathom my reason for doing so.
Anyways, so after a long time I have yet again come across such a picture which I just can’t get enough of.
I don’t exactly remember where I came across it but given its a popular one, must have been on one of those ”xx trips to take in your lifetime’ articles. Its a place in Ukraine: The Tunnel of Love. Besides being on my personal trips to take list, it is also already on the list of places I know are going to be a recluse for the hermit in me. This is how its going to be: I’m walking on that trail while the sun is shining on me and a gentle breeze is making the tree canopy sway slightly. I just feel that I need to know where the tunnel leads. Not at any deep, existential level, just out of curiosity. I just want to find out why this picture is so mesmerizing and enchanting.
Talk about having goals in life.
There is another picture I saved on my computer a few weeks ago from the album of a summer school friend from Kazakhstan recounting her vacation memories. I really liked the feeling emanating from it: a lazy sunday may be, filled with sun, laughter, wine, and dancing. Incidentally, also from Ukraine.
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The most beautiful thing in life is that our souls remain hovering over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves. I am one of those who remembers those places regardless of distance or time.
—Khalil Gibran, Mirrors of the Soul
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