** An excerpt of a conversation between hub and I about meeting friends on Friday night. He’s due to travel out of the country (again!) on the immediate Monday **
Me : Are we meeting up with the gang tonight bubs?
C : Can we meet up tomorrow?
Me : I guess, if the others are free.
C : I will most likely be getting home late tonight angel so will be too tired for a meet up tonight
Me : Ok, so I’ll say we can’t make it tonight then. Let’s do a movie night at home or something
C : You can still go ahead and meet them if you like baba
Me : No I’d rather spend the last few days with you :p
C : You sound like I’m going to die :p
Me : *facepalm*
The chronicles of C&C! Stay tuned
Falling asleep comes easy
when my head lies against your strong chest
when that soapy earthy smell is what I inhale
just before drifting off.
When rough skin is comforting
& familiar around my shoulders,
all I need to do is
“See all the places you want to see! travel before you get married” I naively told myself many many years ago. Well that ship sailed sometime back.
I’ve traveled as a kid/adolescent, extensively thanks to my dad’s job that took us all over the globe. I even managed to do a solo ‘just out of school’ scoot to a few countries and it was ok. Yet, back in the day, travelling was just another thing we did. Mundane almost. Hiking up the Eiffel tower was painful. Cruising down the Rheine, I spent time with my nose between a book! School holidays in London and Germany were mostly spent indoors or at a mall having ice cream. I refused to get off the tour coach at the Louvre when I heard the museum took a couple of days to get through and I didn’t trust my parents enough to have a look at Napoleon and the Mona Lisa and get out. I have mentally kicked myself since.
Now, I find the travel bug hitting big time but priorities get in the way. Tiny voices in my head keep saying “oh but you have other commitments, what about that thing you wanted to do to the house.., oh but with that money you could do SO much and get SO MANY things out of the way” etc etc and the nagging voice in my head though faint is persistent and very present. It’s annoying.
I want to see places. I want to visit Scotland, revisit the London I’d been to in my teens and make the trip to the Stonehenge. I want to see the famed Inca civilization in Machu Pichu and tour the Greek Islands. I want to go to Venice and Japan and see the Colosseum in Rome. Brazil during the carnival and a trip to the Andaman Islands just coz it looks so goddamn beautiful.
If only that fucking voice in my head would just go away.
With a kiss
Your hands through my hair
A long bear hug goodbye
Even only for a while
And your perfume
Lingers on my skin
And lulls me to sleep
Even only for awhile.
On the 16th May this blog turned 4 years. This is my ‘place’ and it’s been good so far – hopefully it will continue to be so for the foreseeable future.
Thank You for reading :)
When I was younger – in school, after school and living with parents, I always wanted to participate in plays and do a bit of drama. I was super active in school – writing, directing (and winning!) plays, holding office in the School’s English Union, planning days etc etc. Shakespeare was one of the most looked forward to events on the school calendar and the months of practice, year after year – though grueling was done with much gusto and commitment.
Strangely, now married and independent with a husband who will be my biggest supporter, I find myself on a ‘Can’t do’ platform!! I used to think into the nights after many heated arguments with my parents about doing drama and the late hours it demanded (my parents did not approve of my late night comings and goings as it was without the drama pracs.!) I used to tell myself that someday, when I was in a house of my own, with no one to answer to – that I would go out and do this thing for myself. Now, I am in that house of our own, with no one to stop me – and I.just.can’t.make.myself.go. I still get goose bumps walking down the corridors of the Wendt and BMICH – nostalgia from back then. Yet, whenever I see auditions being called for plays about to take the boards, I ALWAYS find an excuse to not go! I need to get my mojo back.
I told myself I’d get here in 5 years. It took me 1 month longer but I’m here now, and there’s no turning back.
This was a half decade of being thrown to the lions, of having my self-confidence crushed and of doing something that certain people thought I couldn’t do. Today, that person shook my hand and I looked him in the eye and said ‘Thank You’. HE made me want to prove his perception wrong – and I did. Less than a year later.
This is a year of achievement.