Where History meets Zara
Where Europe meets Asia
Where Mosques are blue
C’mon isn’t that a big Clue?
Where beaches are plenty
Where you devour a special coffee
Where underground cities find a place
No idea? You cute Nutcase!
Where clubbing reaches new heights
Where boats pass picturesque sights
Where albums are titled ‘xyzee’ delight
I’ll tell you all about it, sit tight!
Okay, that’s where I’m going for my vacation and I cannot
be more thrilled. Last few days have been immensely busy. With in-laws at home
and me doing an appropriate amount of seva, I have no time to think and write. A
fellow gossip monger (!!) and a very dear friend is leaving the country for
good and I haven’t been able to spend time with her too. I can’t imagine how
dull my life will be once she leaves (sad smiley).
Good news is, Eid is around the corner and so is our
annual vacation. I have researched yet again to the T but done no shopping
(grrr!) so far. My closet needs a lot of thinking. After all, it’s a holiday
and pictures need to be perfect (winks!).
Yes, I’m all smiles at a kilo less than last month! I will not count the medals, think about the drought, worry about acid attacks or a million other things that are making me pity at the state India is in right now. It's that time of the year when I go away from the earth awhile. See you fellas, wait for an awesome travelogue! And before I go, here is a verse from one of my favorite poems:
Birches By Robert Frost
...So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Birches By Robert Frost
...So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Turkey!
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