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Story of Terminal 1! #WriteBravely

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“All international departures are from Terminal 1”, reminded my roommate for the hundredth time.

“I know, I will reach on time. Don’t worry”, I replied.

“Suhani, you need to stop being a mother hen for all your friends. Go out, shop & party! Make a profile on Tinder at least now”. These were my parting words to my roommate & best friend. Even as I joked she could sense my unsaid emotions. Afterall, she had stayed with me through thick & thin.

The journey to airport was uneventful. After completing all boarding formalities, I sat at the coffee shop with a book in my hand. There were so many thoughts racing through my mind. I am returning home after six years and forever this time.

Looks like yesterday when I had first landed on this terminal. You had bumped into me at the immigration counter, throwing my belongings all across the airport floor. You had just smiled. Again, at the taxi bay you had hopped into the cab that I was supposed to take. “Sorry, an emergency need to take the cab asap.”, your first words to me. I should have known you were trouble!

First day at college & I caught your glimpse around the campus. My suspicion was confirmed when you became my student counsellor. Funny, how our fates were entwined. After the awkward first few days, we were quite comfortable with each other. Asking for your help around college to finding hotels when I was missing Indian food! You were my go-to person for all queries.

We had chatted all through my semester break spent at home. I remember the surprise proposal you had planned outside these terminal gates when I had returned from my vacation. “I love you munchkin”, you were always a man of few words. Of Course, I had fallen for you too.

I remember all the flights we have taken together from this terminal. All the vacations or the trips back home have been with you. Remember the time when we had a huge fight and I had flown to my aunt’s home for the holiday season.  

Before long, our parents were asking about our marriage plans. I was so nervous for the journey home to talk to my parents about us & you had been my rock. It was here when you had met my family for the first time. My dad was watching your every move & you had bravely faced him. This terminal has witnessed my laughter & my tears both.

Finally, months of negotiations with our families & they had accepted our relationship. We had travelled like cupid-struck-teenagers for our engagement. People at airport were staring at us, but we simply did not care.

I hated it when you got a job back home and had to leave this country before me. We were going to leave together. I don’t like travelling alone! My thoughts were broken by the flight announcement.

“This is the final call for all passengers travelling on flight A14”. Today, I am taking the final flight from this terminal to be home to get married to the love of my life. I am looking forward to our new journey together, our new jobs and plans to settle in our own country.

As I look back one last time, I know this terminal will always have a special place in my heart. 🙂

I am taking part in the Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge to #WriteBravely. This post is a figment of imagination and has no real life connections:)

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My bag of memories! #WriteBravely

Every place that I have lived or visited has memories attached with it. Our brains are wired to store images continuously. And, these flashes of images make us nostalgic.

Home sweet home!

Whenever I think about my hometown Lucknow, I can relive all 21 years of my life in one go. My home, my school – all set within few kilometers of each other. Then, my maternal grandparents also not too far. The carefree days spent with cousins and friends!

My very first memories go back to spending time with my grandparents. My grandfather used to tell us new stories every night & I used to tease my grandmother by hiding behind doors. And, the summer vacations which were spent at my maternal grandparents home. The Nawabi culture of Lucknow is so embedded in my system that I still use ‘Hum’ & ‘Aap’ for ‘I’ & ‘You’. 🙂

Later, my job then took me across various places in India, with Mumbai being my favorite. I vividly remember the day I had landed in Mumbai. From woolen jackets of Lucknow to cotton shrugs of Mumbai in January. Mumbai – city of dreams had welcomed us with its rhythmic chaos!

Marine Drive, Mumbai

I had revisited Mumbai after three years and still the place was just as lively. Night out at Marine Drive, shopping in Bandra or the Vada pao at every corner of the city! I can write a whole book about my bag of memories.

Isn’t this how we live our lives? Gathering memories each day and replaying them over and over. It’s not only happy memories that shape our world, but also the sad ones! What are your happiest memories? Do you believe that memories shape how we plan our future?

I am taking part in the Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge to #WriteBravely.

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Awaiting your arrival… #MyFriendAlexa

I know you would be coming soon. There is so much to prepare, so much to complete. Each day is spent awaiting your arrival. Some people ask me when you are arriving & I only smile and move on. If only I knew the exact moment of your arrival.

Tic-toc of the clock serves as a reminder of time passing by. Maybe you need more time. It’s okay, I will understand. Take your own time. No hurries!


Just want to let you know, that I am eagerly waiting. Waiting to meet you, to know you more. And, be assured that once you are here, we will have the best time of our lives. See you soon… 🙂


I am taking my blog to another level with #MyFriendAlexa & Blogchatter. After a month-long Alexa campaign, my current Global rank is 2,229,518 & Indian rank is 82,857.

 

Familiar yet unfamiliar- Deja vu! #MyFriendAlexa

As a kid, I had lived in this city years ago with my family. I used to play in these streets & go to the school located at the corner of street. My best friend lived next door & we used to walk to the school together. We shared same interests & followed each other whole day. Neighbours called us the mischeif-duo. We had explored this area together. Were lost so many times and yet found new roads.

I remember her voice clearly as if it was yesterday when I had last talked to her. Her habit of making faces at people is still fresh in my mind. And, I laugh every time I recall stories of her silly fights with her elder brother. He was so notorious or rather a hooligan as our teachers used to say.

As fate would have it, I am revisiting this city after 20 years for my cousin’s marriage. On reaching the venue, I recognize the similar shops in the side lanes. I plan to visit my childhood home located not too far from here. I am excited at the prospect of meeting my childhood friend & visiting my school.

To my amazement nothing has changed & I can spot my friend just outside her home. I shout her name and then she looks back. I wave and move towards her. But, there is no sign of recognition on her face!

Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice calling out my name. It’s my elder sister who has followed me till here from venue. She catches her breath & with a confused look asks, “Where exactly are you going? And, why did you leave the venue alone in this new city?”

I respond with amused looks,”Don’t you remember our home? We have lived here for five long years.”

Nothing could have prepared me for the reply that my sister gave, “But,we have never lived in this city and are visiting it for first time.”

I was surprised & confirmed it with my other family members. Only after assurance from my father I realized that I have never lived in this city as a child. The memories itched in my mind are figment of my childhood imagination. The familiar sights & sounds are actually unfamiliar to me.

How is it possible? How could I feel so connected to this place and what about the girl I saw? Is it my past life or a parallel universe? Or is it deja vu – familiar yet unfamiliar?

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If you liked this post then do comment, like & share. Have you ever experienced sense of deja vu? Do share your thoughts with us. 🙂

(I have written this post as a part of Indispire topic hosted at Indiblogger. I am taking my alexa rank to next level with #MyFriendAlexa & BlogChatter.)

Time for positivity! #MyFriendAlexa

The year 2017 has been a mixed bag for me till now. Ups & downs, highs & lows. All that you can imagine jumbled up in few months.  Only thing keeping me sane is thinking positive.  Every day has been a new learning – both personally & professionally. I guess this is part of life.

To be honest, staying positive does not come very easily.  We need to make extra efforts on some days. Even getting out of bed & going to work seems like a burden. That’s how I have felt on few days. But, at the end I know this too shall pass.  Maybe someday when I am able to disconnect from current events I will write more about it.

In the coming month I intend to write about all things happy – little bit of travel, food & life. Travelling coupled together with good food can make life impressive. Talking about food reminds me that it’s time for my Alexa ranking to lose some weight. It has gained a lot & current Global Alexa Rank is 11,589,035.

‘I am taking My Alexa rank to the next level with Blogchatter‘ . Time for happy blogging! 🙂

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