And there is lots of it- all carefully categorized and stacked in my brain. I hate messed up minds.
But stuff keeps spilling out.
Like we all know, a particular song might remind one of someone/someplace- for no rational reason.
For no rational reason, stuff keeps spilling out.
Even now, there's this memory aching to come to the forefront so that I could think about it like I've done zillions of times already.
The hotel in Ranikhet, Uttaranchal, was very close to a forest. 4-5 years back, I was there with my family, and somehow managed to get them off my back. I picked up a book and a camera, thought that's what real travellers always carry, and took a narrow, curvy, but beautiful path into the forest.
The place is hilly, so, lots of ups and downs later I reached a part of the forest where I could officially declare myself as lost. I wasn't scared of course, I was proud of myself!
I looked around, and this is what I saw-
Tall oak trees
Leaves strewed around all over the ground
A steep slope, very close to where I stood
And...oh wait...Was my mind playing tricks on me? I think I saw a very good-looking guy!
Now, with all the forest magic (erhm!) around me, I just had to follow him a bit. He was around my age and was carrying books. I couldn't believe my good luck- not that I expect him to fall in love with me as soon as he looked at me!
He probably sensed someone following him and turned around. And he frowned.
The forest magic vaporised, and a sense of dread took it's place. It finally hit me that it wasn't a good idea following a stranger in a forest. I wasn't proud of myself anymore.
Just when I thought he was going to say something angry, he turned back around and walked off. I didn't know what to feel- relief or disappointment.
Anyway, I started walking back in the hopes of coming across that narrow curvy path again, when I realized I had an unopened book and an unopened camera in my hand.
The relief/disappointment soon forgotten, I got down to work. Clicked some pretty pictures and now some reading was left to do so I could be satisfied I had been a good explorer/traveller.
I picked a nice, cozy spot near a huge tree and sat down with my back resting against the tree's bark.
Now, that bark was probably never destined to give a lost traveller a moment's respite. It was hard, very rough and after a couple of minutes I stood up, cursing.
I stomped back towards the hotel.
Frustration cleared my vision. I realized that this 'forest' was the teeniest forest in the whole wide world. I was barely 200 metres away from the hotel.
I stomped into the hotel, into my room, onto my bed and picked up my book to read.
But stuff keeps spilling out.
Like we all know, a particular song might remind one of someone/someplace- for no rational reason.
For no rational reason, stuff keeps spilling out.
Even now, there's this memory aching to come to the forefront so that I could think about it like I've done zillions of times already.
The hotel in Ranikhet, Uttaranchal, was very close to a forest. 4-5 years back, I was there with my family, and somehow managed to get them off my back. I picked up a book and a camera, thought that's what real travellers always carry, and took a narrow, curvy, but beautiful path into the forest.
The place is hilly, so, lots of ups and downs later I reached a part of the forest where I could officially declare myself as lost. I wasn't scared of course, I was proud of myself!
I looked around, and this is what I saw-Tall oak trees
Leaves strewed around all over the ground
A steep slope, very close to where I stood
And...oh wait...Was my mind playing tricks on me? I think I saw a very good-looking guy!
Now, with all the forest magic (erhm!) around me, I just had to follow him a bit. He was around my age and was carrying books. I couldn't believe my good luck- not that I expect him to fall in love with me as soon as he looked at me!
He probably sensed someone following him and turned around. And he frowned.
The forest magic vaporised, and a sense of dread took it's place. It finally hit me that it wasn't a good idea following a stranger in a forest. I wasn't proud of myself anymore.
Just when I thought he was going to say something angry, he turned back around and walked off. I didn't know what to feel- relief or disappointment.
Anyway, I started walking back in the hopes of coming across that narrow curvy path again, when I realized I had an unopened book and an unopened camera in my hand.
The relief/disappointment soon forgotten, I got down to work. Clicked some pretty pictures and now some reading was left to do so I could be satisfied I had been a good explorer/traveller.
I picked a nice, cozy spot near a huge tree and sat down with my back resting against the tree's bark.
Now, that bark was probably never destined to give a lost traveller a moment's respite. It was hard, very rough and after a couple of minutes I stood up, cursing.
I stomped back towards the hotel.
Frustration cleared my vision. I realized that this 'forest' was the teeniest forest in the whole wide world. I was barely 200 metres away from the hotel.
I stomped into the hotel, into my room, onto my bed and picked up my book to read.
