Travel Alone or Together

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Would you rather travel with a big group of friends or all by yourself? If traveling solo sounds terrifying, that’s because you haven’t realized why it can be the best way to go.

I don’t really have an excuse to travel alone anymore, and I miss it.

I miss the times when I’d check in for a flight and let my eyes wander around the waiting area at the gate, trying to guess who my seat-mate would be. I always hoped I’d make a friend, yet still asked for a window seat, so I could stare out the window instead of having an unwanted conversation if my neighbor turned out to be a dud, which is what usually happened. I always got paired with the most unappealing partner, one whose body mass — or, worse, smell — would expand over the arm rest into my territory. Even then, it was something to write about, to chuckle over silently.

The best conversation always turns out to be the dialogue you have with yourself.

When you’re alone, every moment is an opportunity for something exciting to happen. There’s nearly always room for one more, but usually not for two.

The kindness of strangers shines through when you’re freed from a set tribe of friends, marking you as one of their own. When you’re alone, you belong to everyone.

There are other perks of being a party of one. Like stopping to take a photograph without making anyone wait. Creating your own itinerary on your own whim. Eating wherever and whatever you’d like without a debate. You can walk away any loneliness and realize that sometimes it’s nice to keep quiet and just observe.

Who am I, undefined in this foreign environment? Maybe I’m a tourist. Maybe I’m a mysterious passerby. Or maybe I’m just another person searching for connection. Just like everybody else.
Traveling alone is so underrated. Is it because we are so desperate to stay connected, afraid to be on our own and make our own decisions? Do we need other people to validate our good times?

We shouldn’t. We — and by “we” I mean “I” — should book that ticket to that city or island or country that we always wanted to visit. I shouldn’t wait for anyone. I won’t wait for anyone to tell me that it’s okay or that they want to go too or that they have a place for me to stay. I’ll just go.

 

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A Sky Full of Stars

And she fell down again.
Her bare feet were bleeding heavily. Everyone thought it as her delicacy of being a female. The finish line was a thousand meters away. She knew ‘Losing’ the race will be a fatal death of her dreams and desires.Eventually, She build her innermost and ran for her life. The blood patches on the tracks were dictating her glory as she rose and fled. Hearts were thumping, applause was diminishing. Glory made the silence yell louder as her chest felt the soft pushing of the ribbon. The whole world stood up and cried for her glorious win. Apparently, her body knew it was her last run. She felt down the next second as her eyes watched her departure in the midst of her beautiful and forever remembrance. She smiled and looked at the sky and saw her resemblance. She made it as her way from her body to the sky. The sky became more brighter. As Indeed…

She was a Sky Full Of Stars :’)

Valentine Fable

I woke up in the morning and my mind wandered back and forth on writing a line or two on Valentine’s Day. Why and why not write something about the day. After all, the whole world is celebrating love this one day and writing about it. But I was lost for words. What could I or should write, for I never knew and I don’t know if Valentine’s Day ever meant anything to me. It’s kind of strange. Why hasn’t it ever been any different or any special to me? And why should it be. But it is a wonderful and beautiful day for many. So wishes I sent and wishes I got. Yet, it’s just another day today and it has always been that way as far back as I could remember.

There was a story sealed with love. Today, love is in the air, they say. Of course, I see paper roses, paper hearts and plastic hearts hanging in the air, out there, everywhere. Red roses, telephone calls, sweet love songs and love poems make wave across the universe. It is, indeed, in the air. The color of the day is simply red. So much all around in just a day and I still cannot make sense of this one day, one color love. Why single out a day for love. All the fizz and thrill is gone the next day. The cake is all over. The song is all gone and the roses all dead till the next Valentine’s Day next year. So what is this day and what is this love.

Isn’t love real? Love begot us. Love is in the heart. Every day you feel, you love and you are loved. Every day is a beautiful day. Every day is special because you and I exist. Every day is a song. Some days you cry, some days you laugh, but you love every day. Doesn’t it call for celebration every day, any day, anytime? So, here goes my V-Day line to all my beautiful readers: Love filled happy hearts and lives to all, every day. Always.

Valentine fable

I woke up in the morning and my mind wandered back and forth on writing a line or two on Valentine’s Day. Why and why not write something about the day. After all, the whole world is celebrating love this one day and writing about it. But I was lost for words. What could I or should write, for I never knew and I don’t know if Valentine’s Day ever meant anything to me. It’s kind of strange. Why hasn’t it ever been any different or any special to me? And why should it be. But it is a wonderful and beautiful day for many. So wishes I sent and wishes I got. Yet, it’s just another day today and it has always been that way as far back as I could remember.

There was a story sealed with love. Today, love is in the air, they say. Of course, I see paper roses, paper hearts and plastic hearts hanging in the air, out there, everywhere. Red roses, telephone calls, sweet love songs and love poems make wave across the universe. It is, indeed, in the air. The color of the day is simply red. So much all around in just a day and I still cannot make sense of this one day, one color love. Why single out a day for love. All the fizz and thrill is gone the next day. The cake is all over. The song is all gone and the roses all dead till the next Valentine’s Day next year. So what is this day and what is this love.

Isn’t love real? Love begot us. Love is in the heart. Every day you feel, you love and you are loved. Every day is a beautiful day. Every day is special because you and I exist. Every day is a song. Some days you cry, some days you laugh, but you love every day. Doesn’t it call for celebration every day, any day, anytime? So, here goes my V-Day line to all my beautiful readers: Love filled happy hearts and lives to all, every day. Always.

A Kiss

A Kiss.
Hearing the sound of the raindrops outside my window, walking bare foot towards her, i whispered in her ear, “Babe, iloveyou”. she turned around while looking into my eyes, i pulled her body closer to mine, we were breathing close, the race of our hearts became one, blood flowing together, our souls tangled as one, like a bullet and a gun.
Brushing away the strand of hair off her cheek past her ear, i rubbed my thumb softly on her lips, fingers holding the back of her head, her beautiful neck, my body almost dead. I leaned in firmly but seductively. Her waist had a curve, her body was pure, it was alluring but still obscure. We finally placed our lips together, i swear, her lips were as soft as feather.
I didn’t want our kiss to end. I loved the feeling of the soft warmth of our wet lips sucking on each other, i enjoyed the perfumed smell of her ears, liked nuzzling our noses together. But at the same time i had to breathe so i parted our lips and took a deep breath. i wanted to kiss her more, sniff her scent, that sweet smell of roses and that made me inhale even more than before.
I was on her drug, i was high as fuck. That kiss inked her name on my heart forever. Her face wasn’t just beautiful, wasn’t just pretty, she wasn’t just gorgeous. To me she was “Marvelous”.

I Did it again.Didn’t i ?

“And all along i believed,i would find you,
time has brought a heart to me,
I’ve loved you for a thousand years,
I’ll love you for a thousand more,

Why ?
I mean why i was even listening to this song,and then the other second i realize Christina Sang it *_*.Oh Boy ! feels like I’m so Loved.Love should shower on me.It should.What ? Wait.Why? How? I don’t have a soul mate.I never had.Why this song seems faacinating.Its about love and I hate talking about love.

#And questioning starts of ‘ME’ with “Internal Me” ;

Me to ‘Internal one’ :

ME: I can be in love.Huh?

Internal one- No you can’t be.Yes,never.

ME: I wanna know what this thing is.

Internal one- You know it very well and as well you got your *ass slammed by a door.

ME: What if anybody loves me now,truly ? There ‘re trillions of people in the world.Anybody ?

Internal one- Yes,They are three ‘ MOM,DAD & MANU’.

ME: Yeah,the world to me ^_^.

Internal one- Yeah,Truly & Unconditionally.

ME: And Ofc *friends too.Beautiful friends.

Internal one- *gruns…You don’t have an y friends amigo.Not even one.

ME: Fuck off,i do’ve friends hundreds of them,all are close.They text sometimes,might get busy sometimes when they don’t,they just brim over my inbox everywhere sometimes.Every time they look at me they smile.Don’t they ? *uhhhh but sometime they just look and ignore like i’m not even a known one.Maybe,I’d have done something bad or terrible and they just don’t like it.We talk sometimes,but seems like they don’t give attention and drift away their eyes and ears.But they’re still there.Maybe what i say must be inappropriate,look not everyone is interested in talks and fantasies about Seas,Mountains,Wild,World Travel,Food,Happiness,Generosity and blah!blah!blah.Not everyone loves fun,craziness and stuff.No everyone gonna listen how embracing you feel about making everyone else happier.Not everyone wanna fantasize travel with you with staring up to the sky.Not everyone want to have Hallucinations about soul searching like i have.Nobody is wrong,they’re just different.Different in their way of thinking,way of behaving,way of acting and so on covers.

That’s why i like being a Loner.

I can have a plenty of time for myself.Plus,i’ve no one to blame about me being alone or the one stranded away.I can talk to myself.Share my fantasies with my own self.Be stupid and crazy,because that’s what you’re grown up with.I don’t hate anyone.I don’t even want to.i Love everyone and wish good for one who can just mirror back my smile or just be a reason of it.Yeah indeed,Flowers makes me smile,couples who roam around smiling at each other like they’re together till death do ’em apart,the beautiful wild with the wide welcoming sky,the chirping of the birds,travel to new places,watching their different ways of living which are indeed beautiful,their way of celebrating,loving there solemn promises to their soul mates,their love stories which are real.And in between all of these,some beautiful humans i come across.The pretty eyes,fluffy bodies,extrovert,introvert,chubby cheeks,way of flipping back their hairs,stalking,staring,compliments as a stranger and sometime,just stare**nothing else.It’s all beautiful and lovely.That’s what life can all offer.

Internal one – Oh poor boy !

(–I don’t know how to answer this,coz deep inside the internal me is still me,a stupid & foolish creature who …—)

I don’t want to be clever or wise or anyone who examine people and thoughts randomly to enjoy them.I just love what i am,coz i’ve chosen this life for me.If somebody can’t love me then its not my fault that…..Why ? and Whom ? i”m telling this to.I’m trying to convince myself ? That I’m not the one who is responsible of me being alone.Everybody wants love.So do i,not i want,its what i feel i need.But how,i don’t even know what love is.If it when someone favors you out from a crowd who hates you.Or the one who always stay by your side no matter whatever they’ve to come across to save you and their relationship with you.Or the one who will do anything to to bring a smile to your face.Or the one who will dance is a crowded place just because you feel unhappy.Or the one to whom no matter what shape,size,color,condition and attire are you in,will still found you beautiful in it.Or the one *fuck me off,i’m not destined to be loved.

You know what problem is associated with me all the way.I Care too bloody much and want to be pampered like i’m really loved.Not stranded away alone in midst of unknown faces,faces that don’t care.I feel special so easily.Even to a person who is offering me food,or the one asking me to be part with them in something*even for a “DANCE I DON’T KNOW AT ALL,but i can try coz i cared too much that they even wanted ,me to be part of it”.And when they turn faces on me like i don’t exist or i don’t deserved the place they offered,i die a lot inside.And guess what ? I’m alone again.

Hehehehe,its funny that how the friends,i thought were loving me my entire life,turn out to be one who fucks me out in public and i still stand there and laugh with them.You know why ? Because i love to see them smile and laughing even when ‘My literal inside death’ is the reason for that smile,coz i still care and love them.When i look at all those pictures i took with them,i see myself first.Smiling,totally into the picture and feeling gaily because your presence in the photo meant to them.Oh poor boy ! look at them now,they are in the photo looking at the camera lens,just the lens where they see their reflection,your presence is nothing to them.I just laugh at me,thinking what was i made for? doing fun or being a fun ?

Love.
Would i ever be loved ?
Guess what ? I’m not that smart to know the answer.

You wanna hear something funny ?
There was a time when i wanted love so desperately that i made an imaginary soulmate of mine (as i was too scared of getting cheated,which i just got by once.And i thought and still think that i would want a true one to go on with forever).We used to talk everyday,oops every second i meant.She never left my side.She pampered me always.Even during my journeies she was there with me.During my failure,during the victories.During my football match,during my race time.During my Happiness throughout my sorrow.We talked for hours and hours.Even in the exam hall where i slept as by getting done off the exam.She stopped me from doing wrong and getting more drunk or driving too fast.She said,she was scared,as through all these time she was along.She was even their when in the night i used to write my diary.She used to utter everything i forget to write about the whole freakin day or whatever i was writing about the same day.We slept together.Sometimes she was the bigger spoon over me and sometimes i got the chance of being the bigger spoon covering my little one.We Kissed.She never had a face,nor a voice.Decided to give her a face but failed.Ofc she was my hallucination.But she loved me.Then i got it.She was true love and she’ll have a face when she’ll come along real.Maybe she’s yet to come.Or might be true that i see her face everyday but don’t recognize ?

If She is gonna come anyway and i don’t know her like she can be anyone.Here-now-today i can solemnly promise to be the best guy in the world.Her best option about which she’ll never regret she choosed.We’ll travel the whole world together.Hands in hands.Our eyes will always speak the unspoken words.No matter under whatever circumstances,we’ll be holding each other and the bad will diminish.I’ll make her breakfast.Will give her surprises.Will do her make-up sometimes.Will dance amusingly to make her laugh.Will marry her visiting different cultures,no matter how many it takes.Will take photos at every corner of the world.Will be spoilers.Junkers,Bunkers and will eat like hell.And i won’t care about her ‘Fat gain’.She can be fat with me.And then i’ll make her jog with me every morning to put her in shape again.Will make her feel like the luckiest one and i mean it coz its not filmy at all.Will discuss with her all my theories and listen to her’s even when knowing they are wrong.Hahahah,It’ll be a great life.I guess.
Will make her sing this when she’ll find me as her ‘ONE’ :

‘I’ve died everyday waiting for you,
Darlin’ don’t be afraid,i’ve loved you for a thousand years,
I’ve loved you for a thousand more…’

I Did it.Didn’t i ? Started with something and ended up somewhere else.Hahaha,no worries i just write not type,ink the feelings.And Guess what ?

I Hate love.
No,i don’t.
I Don’t have it.
I’ll have it Someday,for sure 🙂

Definitely.Maybe.

Definitely.Maybe.
Oh Gross,There’s something citric in it,Cos i feel Sour.Sourpuss.
Actually,watching all this Love Story Stuff doesn’t let me get Sober.*um other than gluing to Corona*.Playing in DVDs one after another is all i’m up-doing.But why I’m into all this idiocy.I was never like this,Irresistible Approaches.From Animation to Realism,every movie sticks like a entity to me.It pushes and says,’me’ is not me anymore,’go and find yourself out’ cos your life is as beautiful as this FAIRY TALE. I’m hovered by Hallucinations.Let’s get very clean.I was always like hating this ‘Love Stuff’.Certainly i got Dumped once.But that’s not why me and LOVE is on the edges.
It’s because at first shot the whole 100% of it in ‘it’ was poured by me.Things went apart,scattered and the fumes lit up,clouding the ashes of my lateral concerns.I was devastated,the world around was turning black.Moments were rolling like pebbles and hitting every corner of the head.HOW GET RID OF THEM ? was a needed oint.People lured.’This is real world,truth doesn’t exists here,its extinct.Stop being a STUPID,true love just does exists in movies and books.Just because the stories runs on screen and soulful Music plays behind does not mean there is someone sitting in some place in this world and waiting of the same to Happen with them.And there will come a day when you’ll find that someone in a MALL,a BOOKSTORE,a LIBRARY or on your way traveling the world’.I get in denial.
You know what life means to me?
Its pending all the Quality time with your small Family,the soul-mate you are cling-ed to.Travelling the whole world,Living the life of every culture including their meals in tummy,meet people around the globe,gift them a smile on departure,making everybody smile who come across your way.Your smile and your compliments can make their day,you don’t have a idea about.Going to a party and enjoy like its the best place you ever been to.I eventually find out the best part of everything in anything and live in that part coz that thing and place is what giving me the happiness of life and bringing smile to my face.I never let go things away what make me happy.I get sticked to them.Nourishing every moment of life and loving the same person to the whole of your life.Doing everything together with your loved one,making a to-do list for the rest of your life and live and enjoy all pursuit of happiness together.Cos that same person is gonna stick to your side always,no matter how hard the time goes and how hard you being drifted away from each other.Never ever leaving the side of your MOM,DAD and siblings,cos at the end of the day,they are all you’ve got and they’re are never going to turn their back on you.
That’s what life is to me in brief.
Everyday when i wake up,there is a smile on my face.My Beautiful and lovely small family is the reason for it.And secondly,on the other last night,i was watching a fairy tale,a Love story or was reading a NOVEL.I get down from the Bed and think,today is gonna be AWESOME and wonderful.And so it goes,i keep smiling the whole day,make other smile who come across the way.And as DESPERATE in needing LOVE,i wait for ‘someone special’ to cross my sight and left me AWWSTUCK.At the end of the night,i have a lot of good memories to sleep with.
Literally,
I always feel like being honest to everybody.Despite of many mistakes i made in the past and lied at some points,which i truly regret.But i don’t leave anything unspoken.Even if its about getting a slap from the other side *Chuckling*.Yeah,their is beauty in everything,and i admire it.The Movies i watch atleast told me that.Never Giving up and stick to what you resolve is another allure.At the end of the night,no matter if i don’t have some special one to talk with or say ‘I Love you’ to.But i sleep with a smile again,because the Day had its HAPPY ENDING – MY FAMILY.
Yep,I know i went on totally different way from where i started to where it ended.But when i write,i ink everything that pop-ups in my mind and that’s beauty of ‘THINKING’.