After a whole lot of the unknown that was slowly turning into the known, it was time for a bigger known, family. The week of Kansas. Another time zone, another city, another set of surprises.
Coffee had never felt so good.
In sickness and snow.
Like this pen friend of mine had a poster for me, which said- Coffee, when your brain needs a hug. :)
After much mental debate over taking an Uber or The T to the airport, Uber it was, eventually proving to be the best decision I made that day.
Melanie.
What a beautiful woman! We started off our conversation about travel, the small travel and the thousands of miles one. About freedom, snow, India, America, so on and so forth. As much as she was glad to talk to me, so was I. After a lot of mind rambling that we were upto, she said, " How politely and poetically you frame your sentences." It was time to end this conversation, this beautiful moment, in order to create some more. As I waved her goodbye, she said, "Be open to everything that comes your way. And say to yourself, let's look where it takes me. "
As we were preparing to take off, the remnants of the snow alongside the runway seems like a blanket of moon on earth. Maybe this is how it feels to be on the moon. The city is a marvel of brown. With outlines of white, alluring to be explored, to be described, to be loved.
And now, I had hopped across yet another time zone. Kansas City. The sheer happiness from this favorite Nephew! The warmth of family and being spoilt with love for the next few days, was all I had to be ready for. Good weather, good history, good food, happiness and chaos. A drive to the Kansas State University. What meant the world to me, a few years ago, so much so that, most of my passwords were the KSU! How time plays the trick. How I had to give up on KSU, only to be here, years later, at Harvard. I connected the dots, that day.
Some major motivation from an animated movie, " According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee of course, flies anyway. Because bees don't care what humans think is impossible."So, I turned a bee. Lot of moments to possessing childlike happiness with the lovely nephew and niece. The importance of just, 'being'.
We chase the sunset, on one beautiful day. Drive along the high way, state line, some brilliant color play in the sky. The lights from the vehicle compete against the light from the vanishing sun. How incredible the sidelined trees look upon the touch of the evening sunshine. As if, those leafless trees had lost nothing at all.
A beautiful couple at the Shawnee Mission Park. Probably in their mid 60s. They unpack their lunch, sit towards the lake, eat and talk with a whole lot of laughter. A companion by them, a ever so active dog. What a long life they must have spent together. A beautiful one.
Easily, there is so much beauty in observing people and things around you. Not just that glance and look - observe, rather a very intense, story revolving around those places, things and people.
The fourth seven days, noons, evenings and nights were, in all its glory, wrapped into these words-
Coffee had never felt so good.
In sickness and snow.
Like this pen friend of mine had a poster for me, which said- Coffee, when your brain needs a hug. :)
After much mental debate over taking an Uber or The T to the airport, Uber it was, eventually proving to be the best decision I made that day.
Melanie.
What a beautiful woman! We started off our conversation about travel, the small travel and the thousands of miles one. About freedom, snow, India, America, so on and so forth. As much as she was glad to talk to me, so was I. After a lot of mind rambling that we were upto, she said, " How politely and poetically you frame your sentences." It was time to end this conversation, this beautiful moment, in order to create some more. As I waved her goodbye, she said, "Be open to everything that comes your way. And say to yourself, let's look where it takes me. "
As we were preparing to take off, the remnants of the snow alongside the runway seems like a blanket of moon on earth. Maybe this is how it feels to be on the moon. The city is a marvel of brown. With outlines of white, alluring to be explored, to be described, to be loved.
And now, I had hopped across yet another time zone. Kansas City. The sheer happiness from this favorite Nephew! The warmth of family and being spoilt with love for the next few days, was all I had to be ready for. Good weather, good history, good food, happiness and chaos. A drive to the Kansas State University. What meant the world to me, a few years ago, so much so that, most of my passwords were the KSU! How time plays the trick. How I had to give up on KSU, only to be here, years later, at Harvard. I connected the dots, that day.
Some major motivation from an animated movie, " According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee of course, flies anyway. Because bees don't care what humans think is impossible."So, I turned a bee. Lot of moments to possessing childlike happiness with the lovely nephew and niece. The importance of just, 'being'.
We chase the sunset, on one beautiful day. Drive along the high way, state line, some brilliant color play in the sky. The lights from the vehicle compete against the light from the vanishing sun. How incredible the sidelined trees look upon the touch of the evening sunshine. As if, those leafless trees had lost nothing at all.
A beautiful couple at the Shawnee Mission Park. Probably in their mid 60s. They unpack their lunch, sit towards the lake, eat and talk with a whole lot of laughter. A companion by them, a ever so active dog. What a long life they must have spent together. A beautiful one.
Easily, there is so much beauty in observing people and things around you. Not just that glance and look - observe, rather a very intense, story revolving around those places, things and people.
The fourth seven days, noons, evenings and nights were, in all its glory, wrapped into these words-
Going back to the known, to know more about the unknown in known.
© Deekshita
tired of the summer, happily going back to what was in Boston and what is in Bangalore.
tired of the summer, happily going back to what was in Boston and what is in Bangalore.
16:37 pm, Bangalore
07:06 am, Boston
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