My Randomness

In Kashmir: A Trip To Sonmarg

Hello to the beautiful world I’ve been missing from days,

I know I haven’t written in long but my summer vacation in Kashmir has not been all peace and calm. It wasn’t chaotic either, but in Kashmir, I have no proper schedule or routine so it’s always up and down with me getting no time to write.

Anyways, here I am, and I want to tell everyone about my trip to the mountains. Although I uploaded a few pics on Instagram(username:me_a_poet) weeks ago, I just didn’t have time to write about it.

We-me, my father, sister and brother joined our uncle’s and aunt’s family for a trip to Sonmarg- a mountain area away from the city. Although I don’t really enjoy get togethers, but this trip was special because of the beautiful scenery all along the way.

We had lunch on a hill top and I was able to get some pretty good pictures there. The weather was nice, the sun kept coming and goig but it was great, feeling that wind hit your face.

After we has lunch, we drove down the hill and went biking. It was the four wheeler bike and I got on it, but I drove like a turtle. But, I didn’t get hurt which is a plus point. Later, my cousins and my siblings went horse riding. I didn’t go be ause one look at those horses and I knew they were weak. I didn’t want to burden them with my weight. I became the heroine for those black beauties, but the rest of my family wasn’t, so maybe it wasn’t completely a win win situation. My  dad rode a horse- he rid well but when it was time to get off, he took his sweet time getting off the saddle.  But, some times too much time taken at a task can end in a mess so my dad fell. It wasn’t a really bad fall, he just didn’t know how to get off.

Some of my cousins went in those cylindrical boats too. I wouldn’t call it a boat exactly, but I don’t know what to call it!

Even though I didn’t participate in the last two activities, I was exhausted- I think it was because of sitting in the car for too long, but it was fun! Visiting those mountains again, after such a long time, was good.

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poetry

Nowhere Near Home

I walked all those streets

Passed all those stores

Breathed the air of those fields

But I am nowhere

Near home.

 

 

I talked to many people

Always asking for directions

I played with the little kids

Forgetting my infatuation.

 

 

I ate the Chinese chowmien

Pizza and French toast too

Had cold tea for breakfast

But all

Without you.

 

 

I read many books

Romance, comedy and thriller

Spent rainy afternoon

In the library.

Remembering you

Over coffee.

 

 

I wrote many letters

But never posted them

Carried them

Around the world

And dumped each

On every road.

 

 

I camped near rivers

Or stayed in abandoned homes

The loneliness

Creeping in

Making me

A lunatic.

 

 

I wore a shirt for days

Stitched up those holes

Wore them out

Forgot about

Ever going home.

 

 

I always cleaned up

Never leaving a mess

Never troubled anyone

And head my way again.

 

 

 

This journey, I took for hours

Days, weeks or months

Never finding

Never feeling

How it was

To be home.

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Short Stories

Mundane Reality

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I flicked the switch, but no lights came. Sighing in frustration, I blindly made my way to the couch in the dark in search of my phone. I felt my frustration building up when I realized I’d forgotten to pay last month’s electricity bill. If Anne (mother) was here, she’d have gotten it collected on time. But, she had left me a long time ago.

Ugh!” I groaned in pain when my knee bumped into the couch. I rubbed it soothingly, and made my way around the couch. After a few minutes of feeling around; I finally felt the cover of my mobile.

I called up the landlord, and assured him that I’d pay the bill the next morning; he didn’t let the lights back into my apartment. Exhausted, I fell asleep, leaving my worries for tomorrow.

I woke up to sunlight peeking through the blinds, forcing me to leave some happy dreams behind and wake up to my mundane reality. I got ready quickly because I didn’t want to miss the 8 a.m. bus. Coming out into the living room, I collected all my necessities because I didn’t want to be a mess for my interview.

After I was set, I locked my apartment and left the building. It was the start of rush hour, so the streets were filled with people hurrying to different destinations. I allowed the crowd to swallow me as I made my way past rude strangers.

The bus stop was across the street, but the cars speeding past me left me impatiently rooted at the edge of the pavement.  When the road was clear, I started crossing and answered my ringing phone.

“Hello” I said only to be greeted by silence that deafened the honks of the car speeding my way. It hit me; which had me flying in the air only to land roughly a few feet away. I felt blood trickle down my temple and I was quickly losing conscious, any will to live. But, someone was calling out to her, yet she ignored them, letting her reality disappear behind her eyelids for good. People rushed to help, but they were late.

 

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