Magic Moments

It is difficult to make sense of time passing when I am not writing the events down, jotting it somewhere, may be just in an attempt to blog relevantly again. Adulting is realizing badly that you won't have time to write unless you make time for it actively, consciously. And it had taken a backseat for me for the past few months - from September last year till now, to be precise.  September Cherry had come. We three had a lot of fun exploring Chikmagalur : peeking into the temples of Halebeedu enroute, drenching ourselves on the short trek to a peak, and frolicking alongside a beautiful lake surrounded by fog covered luscious green mountains. We went to high energy twisty adrenaline rushing rides in Wonderla, spent hours dipped in the pools, waves, the joyrides and the fun and excitement of being half submerged in water and having buckets and buckets being poured over, oh the thrill of it, was my very first experience, soon to become an addiction with water- pools, sea beach frolic...

source:https://housing.com/lookup Most of us envision ourselves living out of states or abroad, having a world tour, getting to know people from a different culture and having a dream job in our dream city. But every mountain seems beautiful when seen from far. The obstacles on the hilly terrain are not visible from a distance, and so we don’t realize the hurdles. Nothing of the above would satisfy us or make us happy if we don’t have a place to go back to. Even after achieving all the wonders in the world, if we don’t have a family to miss, a home to come back when we can, nothing would seem worth it. A year from now I can see myself living away from home, from my parents and my sister. I’d be earning of course and living my dreams, but would still have that nostalgia on seeing a family photo. And visiting home after a long gap, during the holidays would feel like returning to the paradise. I’d again get to taste my mother’s handmade recipes, those homemade delicacies th...