What makes a trip memorable? I recently learned that it's not expecting the expected.
Public gatherings are not my cup of tea, as 'n' number of years have proved, time and again. This one was different. I'm not sure if I was meant to enjoy it 'cause the entire setting was totally against me. Strange place, strange setup and surrounded by strangers was I. But the story of my chuddie-buddie taking the first step with the girl he wanted accounted for so much happiness that everything seemed Home.
This one day long journey to Delhi was one of the most memorable periods of my sane life. I could live the joy I've seen others live on meeting their loved ones. I could feel the excitement on attending an event dedicated to someone very close. My trust in relationships was reinforced. I was a very detached individual before this, now I feel more responsible.
Meeting people you treasure, you care about, you'd want to live your life for, makes you more of the person you ought to be. If this is what life is all about, I want to visit Delhi every weekend. Another very important thing - the city I haven't really held in great regard brought me so much happiness, I'm never going to underestimate anything now.
Azadpur metro station is probably one of the least interesting places to visit in the capital, but you'd want to ask me what's so special about it to mention it here. And Delhi, to me, was beautiful 'cause of Connaught Place (CP). Now CP is more beautiful, you know why?
Home, truly, is where the heart is. And now when two more people await you, it becomes all the more urgent.
Who doesn't like to be surprised, and pleasantly at that! I had my moments a fortnight ago. I should've known why, against all odds, this visit could materialise. But not realising it made it so special.
Now I know, the best parts of a journey are the halts. Plan one soon, if you like to unexpect the expected.
I'd love to be a fool again.
Public gatherings are not my cup of tea, as 'n' number of years have proved, time and again. This one was different. I'm not sure if I was meant to enjoy it 'cause the entire setting was totally against me. Strange place, strange setup and surrounded by strangers was I. But the story of my chuddie-buddie taking the first step with the girl he wanted accounted for so much happiness that everything seemed Home.
This one day long journey to Delhi was one of the most memorable periods of my sane life. I could live the joy I've seen others live on meeting their loved ones. I could feel the excitement on attending an event dedicated to someone very close. My trust in relationships was reinforced. I was a very detached individual before this, now I feel more responsible.
Meeting people you treasure, you care about, you'd want to live your life for, makes you more of the person you ought to be. If this is what life is all about, I want to visit Delhi every weekend. Another very important thing - the city I haven't really held in great regard brought me so much happiness, I'm never going to underestimate anything now.
Azadpur metro station is probably one of the least interesting places to visit in the capital, but you'd want to ask me what's so special about it to mention it here. And Delhi, to me, was beautiful 'cause of Connaught Place (CP). Now CP is more beautiful, you know why?
Home, truly, is where the heart is. And now when two more people await you, it becomes all the more urgent.
Who doesn't like to be surprised, and pleasantly at that! I had my moments a fortnight ago. I should've known why, against all odds, this visit could materialise. But not realising it made it so special.
Now I know, the best parts of a journey are the halts. Plan one soon, if you like to unexpect the expected.
I'd love to be a fool again.
