We Might Fall

The Sunrise This Morning in Bangalore
The Sunrise This Morning in Bangalore

Let’s go on an adventure.¬†There are clouds to be jumped on, warm golden rays to be stolen, wings on whose back we can steal a ride.

We could drown in the crow’s feet that your laughter creates. You could twirl me around till we’re so giddy, it makes the world a breathtaking shade of magic. We could walk the journey of some obscure person and throw popped corn at each other while the black mirrors fill up with “must watch” moving pictures. We can tick off lists of movies, of books, of places to eat, sights to see, things that make us feel alive and full of purpose.

We could run around carelessly, tripping as we try to catch the sunshine in your hair and the sparkle in your eyes. We could don ourselves in explorer gear and go hunting for giggles – your giggles – that make me light headed and make me float off the ground.

We could go looking for the moon and have it tell us stories by the fireside. We could even accidentally run into the biggest adventure of them all –

We might fall.

Paddling Out

I spent the most part of my Sunday looking at flight tickets to Japan. No particular reason really. I was on the site to try and book tickets for England but then wondered what it would be like to visit the other side of the globe. That’s the thing with wanderlust. It just hits you at the most random times.

Before I knew it, it was well past my bedtime and I will still staring at the computer, unable to shut it down and go to bed. If it wasn’t for Monday, I might have stayed with the travel site all night. It would have been so romantic to catch a sunrise together.

Damn you, Monday!

I spent the most part of my Monday staring wistfully at this map and hoping that one day, my real life map will look somewhat like my WordPress reader map.

Wordpress Map

One day. Soon.

Mid-day Cravings

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I want to rummage through stacks of memories with you. Memories we have collected all our lives before each other. Dusty, mouldy bundles that rattle with the sound of all the skeletons in our closets. I want to lay them out and match them with the most similar looking ones in yours. I want us to hold each other and look at them together and sigh about how things were, smile at how things are and choke with joy about how things will be.

I want us to sit on the floor – me with my legs crossed, you restlessly trying to get yourself into a comfortable position next to the pile of adventures we have been creating. Every now and then you will hand me an idea that will make my eyes sparkle, you will stroke my hair and whisper-sing a “This is for you” sort of song. And I will giggle. No one makes me giggle the way you do.

I want to acknowledge that the world takes on a silly shape when we are together. Have you noticed? It oddly looks like a snowglobe and we are two figurines spinning around in magic and unadulterated happiness, separate from the rest of the universe. So what if every once in a while we get shaken and displaced? There’s only so far we can go before we are brought back together.

I want to be lost in a story more beautiful than the best fairy tale fiction ever written because with you, it’s all real and we’re already on Chapter 2. When the horrors of the night and the realities of day seem like they will take over, I want you to shush me like on the night we created the first of our many “most beautiful verses”

I want you to be everything with me because I am everything with you.

Love is …

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This will probably make you think of someone or remind you of yourself. Either way, you will spend a few minutes of deep contemplation in your head. This is for my WL – Happy Birthday you silly white boy!

Cartoon about what love is

Someday I will

30 Day Writing ChallengeSomeday I will dance in the rain with not a care in the world. On somedays when it’s dry, we’ll have to poke holes in water bottles and use them as make shift water guns.

But that is okay.

Someday I will make snow angels on autumn leaves because who says the sky has to be blue and the leaves green? On somedays I will paint outside the lines and be called a lunatic.

But that is okay.

Someday I will touch snow and feel the glee that only a person from a tropical country can feel. On somedays I will realise that the white and the magic is just dirt and water that has seeped in through my clothes. I will probably catch a cold.

But that is okay.

Someday I will be paid to travel because as far as dreams go, that is a pretty solid fantasy. On somedays I will realise that work is meant to drain you and suck all life and creativity out of you. I will probably take off every few years and change career paths like I do underwear.

But that is okay.

Someday I will embrace true love even if I hadn’t previously believed it could exist. I will love him unconditionally and we will be happy from the depths of our being. We will be called fools and disillusioned weirdos.

But that is okay.

Someday my life will be a walking pinterest board. I will have a dream house, a million DIY projects, my hair tied up in pretty styles every day. On somedays I will find it hard to not gush about it.

But that is okay.

Someday I will get all the ingredients right on this thing called life. On somedays I will probably wish time away and then regret it. I will probably fail 99 times out of a hundred.

But that is okay.

If you haven’t already visited Lazy Happy Bored Happy Sad, shame on you. I do wax on about her ad nauseum and she is the inspiration behind this post. She is an amazing blogger and I had the pleasure of meeting her in Edinburgh earlier this year, proving once and for all why it’s such a terrible idea to meet someone you only know online. Now, that is a story for another day. It’s full of plot twists and turns that will keep you at the edge of your seat. For a snap shot, read her (somewhat more accurate and less dramatic) version of the story here.¬†