There it is, again! The rush of doing things that feel insane. For me, traveling is the drug that gives me that instant dopamine hit. For some, it is, that ping of the phone when a loved one texts them, for some, it’s the mighty ‘greens’, for me, it is traveling – the big escape from the boring reality.
Is your inner voice already screaming at me?“Girl, are you an idiot? There’s no right time to fall in love. You just.. fall! Oh, the freefall, the adrenaline rush, the butterflies and that high you get out of happiness!” Wait a minute before you take a deep dive into the depths of love. Hats off…
Didn’t you get out of something so precious to you because you felt that somewhere it’s going wrong..
Wondering if it was a curse, staying away from family for the rest of the six years (six year integrated course (Pre-university course + B.Tech)), we set foot into that ‘presumptive jail’, having no idea that these people who we meet are not going to be friends, but family!
I am an introvert, Who has a very small circle of friends, nonetheless, they are the most trustworthy and loyal people, who stand up for me no matter what. I am that person who prefers books and Netflix over going out to a pub on weekends. I am that person who feels nervous to talk…
There are planned trips and there are trips that happen in the spur of the moment. Being the impulsive, little thing I am, my solo trip to Himachal was of the second type. It took me approximately ten minutes to decide that I should pack my bags and scoot to Himachal.
I finally realized,
Moving away from you was not what I wanted,
But this is what I needed.
So, when I decided to go on a solo trip and broke the news,
“I don’t know why you feel the need to give me a heart attack, AGAIN!” Mom said and hung up the call.
“There’s no safety for men in India and you, being a girl, want to go on a solo trip? QUIT!” My guy best friend said.
“Carry a pepper spray,” my roomie said.
Is there an age limit for love? Young or old, love is universal. What’s the difference between young and old? May be their skin is a little wrinkled, but their hearts aren’t.
He is the moon of my sky,
I was the kid who weeped and pined over the moon helplessly,
I was the teenager who stared at the moon from the balcony of my bedroom wistfully,
As time passed, my fascination with him only grew exponentially