That moment when monochrome is the perfect color to describe life!
Winter, or whatever is left of it, is season where days are spent sipping hot cup of coffee and nights are spent cuddling. And we say hello to spring, NYC has some winter-y and outdoorsy stuff for you to still do, if you can brave the cool wind. And if you are with your special someone, where else would you want to be? New York can bring out little stories of with its mighty charm.
With the clouds hovering above, sun is a very rare sight. But watching the sun coming over a slight hue of orange and the Manhattan skyline standing tall and proud, it is a sight from another world. If you can’t think of a better way, Newport is perfect for you. The Boardwalk that starts from the PATH station can be your spot to jog and experience the radiance of NYC.
Although, this walk is not seasonal, doing it at the onset of spring when it’s not too hot, not too cold is the equivalent of perfection. The symmetry, the reflections, the little locks on its side, the view- all are testament to the beauty this 1880s monument is. You could catch sight of the skyline, and far away in the distance stands the glory and pride of the free America- Lady Liberty. Make sure you carry a lock if you want an everlasting bond with you and your partner! *wink*
Central Park is the place you go to if you want to witness life in New York. And I literally mean LIFE. Between the concrete jungle and busy schedule, there’s not much time to stop and look around. In here, you can. You will find couples strolling, or a bunch of friends goofing around, you might also come across one or two Mozarts in the making. There’s just so much to do in Central Park.
Or… just laze around and sunbathe- Take a pause, stop for a moment and just enjoy!
Because let’s face it. We might curse winter as much as we can, but it’s still the most romantic, beautiful and cosy season of all. And as we welcome spring, we can nothing but cherish the last few cool days!
The sound of the bell woke her up. Third year lectures were becoming rather dreary. Half her semester had gone sleeping at home. Wait, there’s a more profound word for that – procrastination. Yes, half her semester had been spent procrastinating. And if it wasn’t for Papa Principal and credits for attendance, she would have spent the rest doing the same.
She looked around, in her moment of self-contemplation; most of her peers had left. Phew, it was break time again. She looked at her watch, and a wide smile appeared on her face. The foyer was going to be very crowded, she wasn’t going to have enough time to even eat, and her friends had disappeared. There was still something that made her happy- She loved breaks, especially the one at 11.20.
The foyer was packed. Out of the corner of her eye, she found what (rather, who) she was looking for- four clowns – Aldrin, Daniel, Clint & Alex. There was some excitement in making new friends, it had been quite some time, and she missed the initial stages of knowing someone, having awkward silences. And with these guys, she had lots of them. It wasn’t long before she was surrounded with four puny boys- little did she know, Malhar 2012 had given her the best graduation gift.
Sigh. She was back in college six months since graduation, only this time it was a little different. For better, for worse. Clint was her best friend (presumably friendzoned), Daniel was her lovely brother (totally bro-zoned) and Aldrin was her crush, former crush. Alex, you ask? Well he was nowhere in the picture, he had moved on. And to think of it, she actually thought of all these guys, he’d be the one to stay. Fate meddled in a lot of ways, ways unpredictable, ways heart-breaking, ways that are clueless and ways that bring dread. She’d stopped making the efforts, she knew he wouldn’t. Why would he? He had a better life, better friends, occupied minds? But wishful thinking of the little heart never gave away, until the day he came back into her life, thanks to the mighty Daniel.
Fate. Wily fate. Always got in the middle of her plans. Her plans of never ever seeing him again, never talking to him again, all those lessons learnt and she went right back into the trap. The trap that was so wonderful, so beautiful, so overwhelming, yet so wrong. A journey was about to start, and she wasn’t ready. There were jitters; there was nervousness, awkward laughter and lots of embarrassing moments. They both didn’t know what lay ahead, a roller coaster, a trip worthy of a lifetime, a game of emotions- LOVE.
A year had passed since that day. A year of fights, break-downs, memories, trips, moments, love. It was an overwhelming year of long distance relationship. Everyone was happy for her, but she could see it in their eyes, LDRs never work. And they might’ve been right if Alex and she were out to prove them wrong. But they weren’t. They were just two people who weren’t meant to be, but they fell in love and worked on their relationship. A year apart, yet so close.
Her flashback of their first year together went in haze. It was all too soon, too fast, too right. Their first kiss still sparked an emotion in her that was surreal. His voice still rang in her ears like yesterday, ‘I love you’, he’d said. He keeps saying. She knows he’s a dork, sloppy, lazy jerk, but she also knows this sloppy, dorky, lazy jerk is hers. The pleasure of this thought can beat anything. She loved him for he let her be who she was. She knew she was weird, she knew she was complicated, and she knew no one will be able to figure her out. He never did, either. He probably won’t, ever. But he tries; he makes an effort to make her happy, to bring that smile on her face.
To think of it, it all comes down to fate, isn’t it? He got over friendzone, people ask how. She says, “He stopped talking to me for 6 months.” They still have a laugh about it, the game fate played. The game it is still playing to get them to their first anniversary. It is just all about fate. Because after all, in the end, even she’s just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her!
“I’m not a good tourist, I generally don’t know where I am going, don’t have an itinerary, that’s why I prefer to be a Traveler!”
Stop what you’re doing. Clear your mind and THINK! It’s a question worth pondering over.
Why must you travel?
Do you travel to escape? Or to run away? Do you travel for a break? Or do you travel because you can? It’s true. Travelling is all that. But, travelling is just not all that.
Travelling is so much more- travelling is feeling the breeze of different place every day; it’s getting Goosebumps each time you explore a new land or discover the same old place again; Travelling is calling the world your home- being drawn to the nomadic way of life; it is embracing each and every stranger as your own; it is never resting, never tripping, never falling and never stopping.
For me, travelling is passion, life in itself. It is seizing each day in a new place, a new country, a new destiny! It is waking up and facing the uncertainty. It’s having a global nationality. Travelling is exploring your soul.
Travel is freedom- and I urge you if you can, leave everything aside, explore a new place, travel alone. Sure, we all have husbands and boyfriends and family, but as a girl I know for sure before the burden of life falls on you- travel! Gain a little insight, meet new people, live through cultures and do whatever the hell you want- ALONE!
Because Travelling isn’t just limited to the experience, it will speak for itself with the adrenaline through your heart, the symphonies of the world creating the beatings of your heart, and the gush you get with the blood flowing through your veins. And that’s why you must travel.
Re-explore, re-discover, re-live- because I want to fly, I want to run, and I even want to fall … I just don’t want to stop.