To see and experience as much and to capture them in words

Inspired by Alain de Botton's recent post about  Memory Journey , I am writing this piece to celebrate another love to be had, after all there's supposed to be a lot. One of the central things de Botton says in this article is, "we should learn regularly to travel around our minds... and linger amongst the very best and most consoling life-enriching bits of our past." This is one of the reasons why I write letters and keep a journal, I extend the experience, to some degree, immortalize the event. Now, I'm celebrating one of the happiest periods this year, when I dated a guy for longer than usual, I should've written about it while I was in it though. And although I am not at a level of comfort sharing specifics, I am virtually making it known that it was beautiful and deserves a place here. One of the things I like most was the feeling of home. I felt safe and warm when I was with him (literally warm from his hugs). I delight in waking up all wrapped up...

I have always been careful with words and truth, most of my influencers value these two things so much, “rather love, than money, than fame, give me truth” Henry David Thoreau said. To me, they go hand in hand, after all isn’t it with words that we normally manipulate the truth? Thoreau came in later in my toil at living a life of truth. I pin it back to the day when my brother lied as I directed him - to our mother about our afternoon nap. To cut it short, he got punished while I was faultless and pardoned. I watched him take on the penance as I was physically at comfort. After that, I grew this uneasy feeling towards lying, this is not to say that I do not manipulate the truth, it’s just when I do, something ugly or funny happens. I call it instant karma. I didn’t notice I became more mindful of things that come out of my mouth and my written words. “We live in the word” said Elizabeth Alexander, my words shape my world. I have been both victim and victor to my words. I wri...

A few minutes ago a friend of mine tagged me in a Thought Catalog post about a perpetually single girl ... this is not an unusual discourse between me and my friends - different circles of them. Their wishes and dreams for me to have a boyfriend has been a staple in birthday and Christmas greetings. I am not complaining, I am one with them. But I guess I have become more at peace and stopped wondering why I still don't have a boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, it would be cool to have one. I feel that I just have to correct some of the generalizations we have about perpetually single girls, because even as we are one in this perpetual singlehood, we have our different takes on it... this is mine. The thing that thought that made me tick in the article is, "She just hasn’t found someone to make her heart skip a beat. She hasn’t found someone that fills her stomach with butterflies at the sight of them. She hasn’t found someone she misses before they’re even gone. Sh...

As I was starting my Myanmar trip, I worried that this year's celebration trip would not exceed last year's. I actually feared that it would not even be at par as last year's. I have always felt that it was my responsibility as the director of my life to always improve, I always try to transcend the last happening, the last performance. Obviously, it was a hard task this year because last year was a dream fulfilled - the Himalayas! But more than that it was a totally different kind of great experience than how I imagined it to be. I knew from the day I signed up for it, it was going to be awesome but the surprise element was strong in that last trip. Here's a list of why the 27th celebration trip was hard to level with: I climbed the Himalayas, which was physically and emotionally exhausting! The things I saw and experienced and the people I met were amazing, I'd do it all over again.   Hot spring in the Himalayas Dawn See of clouds, Mardi Himal ...