"It's just another night
And I'm staring at the moon
I saw a shooting star
And thought of you..."
Ed sheeran melodiously sings to me as I stare at the crescent moon and stars I just painted on my room's wall. I take a peep out of the window expecting to get a glimpse of those twinkling lights scattered out there in the velvet sky. But, they seem to shy away from the blazing city lights. My sad reverie is suddenly broken by the buzzing phone call. And its Moi! my ever so zappy best friend. Before I can even make out a "hello", he almost roars from the phone saying "the trip is ON my friend!". And those six words right there are the warmest thing I could ever ask for in this icy cold midnight of December.
And I'm staring at the moon
I saw a shooting star
And thought of you..."
Ed sheeran melodiously sings to me as I stare at the crescent moon and stars I just painted on my room's wall. I take a peep out of the window expecting to get a glimpse of those twinkling lights scattered out there in the velvet sky. But, they seem to shy away from the blazing city lights. My sad reverie is suddenly broken by the buzzing phone call. And its Moi! my ever so zappy best friend. Before I can even make out a "hello", he almost roars from the phone saying "the trip is ON my friend!". And those six words right there are the warmest thing I could ever ask for in this icy cold midnight of December.
The twilight slowly paints the sky as our train halts at Tajpur station. All of us stuff our rucksacks on the vans, which have been assigned to carry us to our destination. Its starting to get chilly so I tuck myself between two huge rucksacks with an outstretched view of a very small town, which is going to be my abode for the next 4days. The vehicle struggles with the rural roads, bouncing off the speed breakers and trying its best to avoid tumbling over some poor chap on the road. Slowly, the town starts to fade away and all my eyes can see is long stretches of lush green fields and stars, oh! the stars, those beautiful twinkly lights...Its so chilling, I think my nose just went numb, but my gosh the stars! Imagine the night view of a city before a flight is landing and then imagine the same twinkly lights on a black canvas stretched all over the sky till the horizon. Utterly mesmerizing isn't it?
Its an abandoned beach, no tourists, far away from the city hustle, in the middle of literally nowhere, lighted just by the campfire, big trees towering above our heads, the ocean an arms stretch away, and I...absolutely love it, its sheer love at first sight.
In the midst of moonlit forest, six tents are put up in a way that they form half a circle around the funnily chuckling campfire. All of us stretched out our sleeping bags, for it had been a tiring journey.
I feel like a butterfly cocooned inside my sleeping bag, its so cozy and Im trying so hard to fall asleep but I don't know why I just can't stop staring at the faint shadows, the fire outside is painting at my side of the tent...and the sound of the ocean, it feels so close, like if I closed my eyes the ocean might just wash our tent away. I hunt for my phone, it has to be here somewhere in my cocoon...I squint at the screen and its almost four in the morning. So, I sneak out and the next thing I know, my feet are veiled by golden sand and there it is, the one who stole my night's sleep....bewitching blue painted with shadows of clouds crossing it, and patches of crimson sunlight touching down everywhere. I take a long drag of the heady ocean scent as the stars melt away with the rising sun.
I'm never gonna get enough of you...
Its been the most peaceful and over whelming three days of 2014. Drifting aimlessly in this blue icy cold water as I look at my friends having time of their life, I think it wasn't such a bad year after all.
All of us have tucked ourselves around the bonfire, as Moi sings his heart away. Its our last night in this beautiful abode and I have already started to feel the heartache of leaving this place tomorrow. I trace the patterns that the smoke molds into as it rises up in a dream to touch the sky....and there they are again! those magical twinkly lights. How can something be so alluring? The way they keep winking back, like it wasn't agonizing enough them being so far away. Oh what love they have, they travel miles to bestow us with just one glimpse...but all we see of these twinkly lights are their old photographs.
As I lie down in the sand and stuff my eyes with the mystical view, it makes me realize that how frugal a thing is happiness.... a mug of beer, few friends, an open sky, and the sound of the sea. Nothing else.
Oh look its a shooting star!
"All of these stars will guide us home....."
In the midst of moonlit forest, six tents are put up in a way that they form half a circle around the funnily chuckling campfire. All of us stretched out our sleeping bags, for it had been a tiring journey.
I feel like a butterfly cocooned inside my sleeping bag, its so cozy and Im trying so hard to fall asleep but I don't know why I just can't stop staring at the faint shadows, the fire outside is painting at my side of the tent...and the sound of the ocean, it feels so close, like if I closed my eyes the ocean might just wash our tent away. I hunt for my phone, it has to be here somewhere in my cocoon...I squint at the screen and its almost four in the morning. So, I sneak out and the next thing I know, my feet are veiled by golden sand and there it is, the one who stole my night's sleep....bewitching blue painted with shadows of clouds crossing it, and patches of crimson sunlight touching down everywhere. I take a long drag of the heady ocean scent as the stars melt away with the rising sun.
I'm never gonna get enough of you...
Its been the most peaceful and over whelming three days of 2014. Drifting aimlessly in this blue icy cold water as I look at my friends having time of their life, I think it wasn't such a bad year after all.
All of us have tucked ourselves around the bonfire, as Moi sings his heart away. Its our last night in this beautiful abode and I have already started to feel the heartache of leaving this place tomorrow. I trace the patterns that the smoke molds into as it rises up in a dream to touch the sky....and there they are again! those magical twinkly lights. How can something be so alluring? The way they keep winking back, like it wasn't agonizing enough them being so far away. Oh what love they have, they travel miles to bestow us with just one glimpse...but all we see of these twinkly lights are their old photographs.
As I lie down in the sand and stuff my eyes with the mystical view, it makes me realize that how frugal a thing is happiness.... a mug of beer, few friends, an open sky, and the sound of the sea. Nothing else.
Oh look its a shooting star!
"All of these stars will guide us home....."
