A journey is not so much about seeing landscapes rather it’s about seeing the beauty with new eyes- so heard somewhere.
I am freedom, here signing in with few lines arced out from my dream canvas.
Right from childhood till my college days I never got many chances to cross my boundary. I remember, in the lazy evenings how I used to see the world beyond my boundary.. from the window of our staircase. The horizon used to call me with spread arms. I spent hours by gossiping with stars... Sounds fantasy? Yeah...so was I in my childhood. I never played with dolls, but always used to capture some unknown, unseen beauty in my imaginary vision. Red clouds around the nostalgic evenings used to make a whisper to my ears...I m a fairy with two white wings...can fly around the world...see the sunrise from a sea shore...feel an evening beauty from the balcony of some fort...enjoy a lonely starry night with fireflies...n sleep to roam in dreamland.
May be all these wired things have made me what I am today...now I live a life in complete banjara style...As I stepped out from home, from my hometown I felt the thrill to cross that age old boundary line...since then I am roaming...all my childhood dreams have come true one by one. I started flying around the world (of course not with my own wings J had to use the wings of some airplanes), I saw the evening from a real fort, a sunrise from sea shore, enjoyed starry nights in unknown places (though here some very own friends replaced my imaginary firefliesJ) and thus I crossed the horizon.
I sipped warm beauty from the cup of nature, felt myself on top of the world and stored those moments forever in my eyes. The joy has now made me loving everything, even that childhood boundary which created this immense thirst within me to sip the beauty.
Sharing some of those moments mixed with li’l beauty and spoon of my thoughts in next posts.
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