March away the blues

Travel brings something to one’s life, one’s being.

The scents, the colours that surround – suffocating you, exciting you, enticing you, a new feeling at each turn, at each bend.

I have had the feel of the hot desert winds slapping my veil across my face, the harsh cold December making my teeth chatter uncontrollably as I stood by pines, and each brought such exhilaration.

I pine for the outdoors, the tantalizing tastes, some tangy, some benign. I am a slave of good food. I crave delightful, exquisite continental, oriental, and everything in between, delicacies that melt like such sugary popsicles on your tongue, or sharp, red hot chilli peppers that blow your mind away!

One doesn’t always have wonderful experiences in one’s wanderlust ways. You tend to eat the wrong things, they may not agree with you; you take the wrong turn while searching for a certain something on the road that you have never taken before, ask the wrong, disgruntled local a question that he’s been asked one too many times. You end up wearing the wrong outfit for the social life of the locale.

Should you feel bad? Should you care? Should you blush?

Blushing, you can’t stop yourself from. For one who has stopped blushing, has lost the most attractive trait.




Feeling bad?

Whatever for?

Life deals us cards that we must and could decipher upon being shown the little buggers only. We can’t always guess whether it will be a 6 of spades, a jack or an ace.

That’s the beauty of the game.

The thrill.

The risk.

The victory.

The defeat.

It’s the playing that teaches one. And sometimes leaves you wondering how and why you lost.

Perhaps you played by the rules. Perhaps you bend em a lil’.

Still you lost.

And if you won, you never question how. It’s what you deserved. You don’t doubt your underhanded ways. You just bask in the glory of the triumph. We end up hungover the next morning.

Should you care?

Absolutely! Once you stop caring, you stop living.

Give a damn. Once in a while. But not all the time. No one likes a worrywart. What’s all the worrying doing for you? Giving you wrinkles and gray hair. So just let go. Dance away at your favorite number in the middle of the floor. Don’t give a care to the stares that follow your amateur moves. They haven’t experienced what you have. They know not what you do.

That you Love yourself. Like no one else does.

That you have won and lost at so much. Which they have, too.

That you are gonna get back in the saddle tomorrow. Just like them.


“Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one!” — Dr. Suess


One comment

  1. Reminiscent & Wonder · March 18, 2012

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