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New year!



I am a lazy being, I accept that with full honesty but within a lazy nerd is a travel freak who can easily forsake a good night's sleep for a sudden travel plan. All that you need to promise me is food, good company and my bit of solitude.

1st of January, 2019:

A sudden outing to Kaziranga marked the onset of this year. The sun rays peeping out of a foggy morning brought in a cool wind along as I rolled the windows of the car. Everything was beautiful. I could hear the birds,  delve deep into the blue of the sky, trace the lovely horizon getting blurred in the fog. I knew the world hadn't changed overnight, yet everything was fresh, it carried the aura of newness precisely.

Kaziranga, never fails to mesmerise me for it has a dense green belt and is home to a large variety of birds and animals. The jeep ride brought me closer to nature.

As a child, I believed I was special for I smelt things from  far off distances, fast forward today I know that it was stupid of me back then to think so for it was nothing special. But, as I smelt the damp beels (ponds) amidst the forest, I felt a thousand emotions gushing through memory lanes. I used to fish in one such pond at my aita's place. It wasn't fishing in the truest sense for I was there to rescue the fishes. I would wait by the pond as my cousin fished and at the very moment when he plunged out of the pond to announce his catch, I would free the fish and throw it back to water. He would fume with anger and return to my granny's side and I would pass on a smile of  contentment.

Today the ponds smelt like the ponds of yester years. The Rhino by the pond looked so majestic that I signalled the jeep driver to slow down a bit and I stood transfixed for longer minutes. The green shade of the trees brought forth specks of sunlight which played peek a boo as we drove silently. The creaky wooden bridges, the tall elephant grass groves, graceful deers, colourful birds, cute turtles and a river which looked extra blue. It was that piece of solitude I was perhaps in search for. I could feel nature's harmony. I could see how it lay far from the touch of humans. It was God's own land!

The best thing that 1st of January could teach me was to look at the world like a child. To rejoice at little joys, to look for the child within me who knew to appreciate the world around her,  who knew to be happy for that was all she knew. To hold no grudges, to never regret, to love and never hate.

A child in me needs to be awaken, perhaps my new year resolution!



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