Solitude.
They call
it.
Self
discovery.
I call it.
My parents are
on a trip to Thailand. Honestly, I thought I’d just sit at home and crib, cause
they had gone to a beach. A BEACH! I love beaches. I love the water. I love diving.
And I love Thai food.
But I didn’t
crib. Instead, I’ve been enjoying myself tons.
And as I
lie in my cozy yellow blanket while writing this, I reminisce one amazing experience
I had a few evenings back.
I had a
super hectic day at college. Running around all day for some documents, studying,
finishing off some internship assignments, some applications. It was insane. I
had decided to cook that evening and try my hand at making some stir fry.
Though I was too tried at the end of it, I decided to still cook.
The
vegetables were (thankfully) already chopped. Just put some light music on and
cooked the stir fry. It turned out pretty good actually. First off, I was
surprised that it was edible! :P
I love
vegetables. They just have this charm that no meat can ever have. Their
vibrancy, range of flavour, textures are so diverse and delicious! Looking at
that brownish paneer, mushroom, green beans, dark caramelized onions and bright
yellow bell-pepper just made me so happy! I placed my veggies in my dear Indigo
bowl.
And then I
just got my next passion- my camera, out of my cupboard. On my favourite Manual
mode, I just clicked that tiny bowl from every single angle one could possibly
think of.
Then I just
poured myself some coke and sat comfortably on my favourite spot.
My
favourite spot is the window in my Baba’s room. It has refreshing wind
caressing your face, and tress swaying and almost smiling at you. I sat there, with
all lights switched off, and my food in my hand. I played a list of my
favourite songs, and here’s how few lines just touched me:
1)
Kho gaye hum kahan, rangon sa ye jahan.
(Baar Baar Dekho)
Well, I
know that raat mein rang nahi hote. But thats what I saw that day. Raat ke
rang. Those lights-yellow, red, white. The black sky, a little less black in
some places and darker in some others. Raat bhi rangeeli hoti hai, shayad hum
hi use nazarandaaz kar dete hai.
2)
Har saans mein ek alfaaz hai, phir kyu na kaafi ye ehsaas hai.
(Theher, Rahul Bhardwaj)
Every
breath we take, every moment we live, says something for us/about us. And if we
realize this, then we can speak to ourselves even without uttering words.
3)
Jo khayalon pe pehre daale vo aankhein hai kahan
(Aazadiyan, Udaan)
People may
mock us for our decisions, behaviour or for literally anything. But they can’t
mock our khwab or dreams. And thats the power of our dreams. Nobody can control
them, they don’t have any surveillance. Its just our soul, our rooh which
guides us to a better tomorrow.
4)
Jab lage, har ghadi ke ab iss raat ki na hai subah koi, kar yakeen dekh tu
ke aaftaab vo haseen hai chupa yahin kahin
(Aaftaab, The Local Train)
When you
feel low, when everything is dark, we just need to remember that after every
night there is morning. And after dark moments are always the bright ones.
5)
Khwabon ko kyu baandhe naseeb?
(Believe, When Chai Met Toast)
Destiny,
they say is what rules our lives. I don’t agree. Our dreams don’t deserve to be
bound. Not by destiny, not by people. Not by anything.
And of course….(Niyatee
I know u are smiling)
6)
Mai peeli sehar ka nasha hoon.
(Saansein, Karwaan)
This is
just my all-time favourite line and just makes me feel good ALWAYS. The writer,
Prateek Kuhad calls himself ‘peeli sehar ka nasha’ i.e. that nasha, that euphoria
which we experience when we see a sunset. He is that euphoria. And I believe we
all are.
