Chiplun and back

So I'm back again from an amazing trip to Chiplun. I will write all about the trip, things I did there with pictures when my sister uploads them. But there are a million things that I learnt on this trip.

Chiplun is this small sleepy town. Driving there is great fun and is an ideal rest stop between Goa and Mumbai. Now that the advertisement for that is over.. I had the weirdest time there. I had a lot of time to think and generally is not a good thing.

Coming back to the things I learnt, I realised what it means to be close to your family. What it meant rather. People grow up and go to different corners of the world but something back home pulls you all together once a year. My uncle narrated all his childhood stories to me. Generally, I get bored with such stuff but I was damn interested to know what is it that one call from the matriarch and the extended family came from all corners of the country even if it was for a couple of hours.

While driving around in Chiplun, I realised that the stories I heard from my grandparents of how they walked for miles to go to school werent exactly the stories of the past. Till today, there are children who walk God knows how much to get to school.

Makes me wonder of which bubble do I live in? The bubble where everything is simple, easy. Where money talks volumes. What do I value? And why?

Joys in life are simple. Like 3 days of heaven by the beach with friends. Like 2 days spent with a 2yr old running around calling me Maushi (aunt). When did this life become a rat race?

More importantly, how do I get where I want to? How do I keep myself intact? How I prevent myself from getting lost?

This was supposed to  be a happy post about happy times. But there is something about being back that comforting yet unsettling. I promise to come back with happy post with happy pictures of my days there. Loads of beaches and beautiful scenery!

I'm back but not really.

I wish I could describe how this vacation was. It was the first time that I didn't feel home sick. I'm scared of staying over at my uncles and aunts over the weekend because I start missing home. I stayed for almost a week without the internet (I'm addicted), my bed (I'm possessive) and most importantly my phone (there was so signal). Except the once-a-day call back home to pacify my grandmother, I didnt make a call. And it was fun.

I had no idea that so much "awesomeness" was ready to ambush me. There are parts that I can't recall but I smile. There are people who I had never met before who came really close. The hugs were warm and the smile genuine. Events and things are muddled in my head right now due to lack of sleep, I guess. I really wish I could explain what this trip did to me emotionally. Lets say that I was obsessed and bored to death and now, I have the zeal to move on forward. Life seemed at a standstill but now, it has realised that it needs to find direction.

I will never forget this amazing vacation and I have a hideous scar to remind me (Got it while I was racing for the train) :D

I will go back to the place with the same people anytime of the year without thinking even once. Again, I can't even begin to explain what this trip meant to me. See, I'm rambling now!

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I'm off!

Do you know the feeling when you just want to write? I have it today. Maybe because I'm so excited and I was thinking what the hell do I write about? I have been feeling pretty muse-less now a days. I suddenly, remembered that today was a Wednesday and we have the 3WW. And wonder of wonders, one of the words was journey. And that is precisely what I'm excited about. I'm off for a mini and super vacation.

Anyway, this is my take with the words : Hinder, Journey, Rigid.

After doing almost nothing for around 3 months, Sarah was bored. Bored of her life, of her routinely empty days. She had a busy rigid schedule which she gave up because it was beginning to take a toll of her health. The doctor had advised to take it slow. Slow but now, her life had come to complete stand still. There was nothing to do. She needed some excitement, something that gave her a reason to get up in the morning.



Finally came a call. A call from a friend who was bored too. They made a plan to meet halfway. There were a number of things coming her way. Her dad who wasnt used to her taking off like this was one major hinderance. But she managed to convinced him which kind of surprised her. Now, all that mattered was going on this journey. She was going to meet absolutely new people, of whom she had heard, some of whom she had spoken to but never ever met. She thought she was quite the dare devil. Now, all that matter was that trip. She packed her bags, while dancing. Finally, she was excited about something.

Oh yes, I'm tired of being online 24*7 and I'm taking off tomorrow to my grandmother's birthplace. I'm super duper excited and even though the story is absolutely stupid sounding, it is exactly what happened in the past 3 month. I will post a lot of pics when I'm back. Bon Voyage to me :)