Sunday, August 10, 2014

To the Love we share :)


To,
My ‘beautiful’ brothers :P


We have had the best of smiles together
We laugh with no bother
You guys, to me, redefine the word Brother.

Ever since I can recall, I have this tendency to get irritated hell soon. And you people, being the typical brothers, make the best use of it. And yes, I retort, mostly with a shrill putting in all the strength I have. But the truth is, it would have been painfully boring if we never had this element in our life. In fact I guess the most we talk is through the words we exchange during our spat. Now that’s what makes us WE.
The core thing is, however much we fight or swear to be the reason of each other’s death, no guy can love me the amount you guys do. It’s more than just use of sweet words, when I say that I want the guy in my life to be as gentle, witty and loving as my brothers. Sometimes it seems I am asking for too much, and then I realise I really am, because for someone to match your worth in my life, will be a waste try. Seems like I have to do away with you two only :P. When we laugh together, even the oddest  joke seems the funniest. There are some words only we understand, our exclusive vocabulary. We have our own definition of craziness. We are a trio of siblings that savours love for each other, without actually showing it out. We never knew to be cheesy with each other. If I have to tell the worst nick names I have ever got, hands down they’ll be the one I have got from you two, my brothers! But to be true, they sound much better than sugar-coated cute ones. Thanks for that!
  


                                                                            

There are times I act cranky and spit words out rather harshly, but I believe you guys know I never mean it by heart. At the end of the day, the truth is you two  are a pivotal ground in my life. Two extreme edges that keep me in place, and well there is a third one who is there even without letting me know (I hope you are reading it). You three know the exact trick to surprise me. Okay, that’s mostly just on birthdays and Rakhi. But nonetheless, you people are exemplary with surprises. Even a teeny gift equals to an infinite amount if I count the creativity, love, and effort put in it.
There is  lot more and still so less when I have to write to you guys. But there is one thing which is firm and dominant. You all are loved, with all my heart, smiles, and words. No matter how far we get away from each other in some time from now, the hearts are connected in a way, none can tamper. (But, but that doesn’t mean I am sharing all my chocolates with you -_-)

This is what I mean! :)


And this!
         


            

To all the crackling laughs we have shared, to all those dhansoo fights we have, to the late night cribbing sessions about people we mutually hate, and finally to the Brilliance that is US....cheers! B-)
And thank you, for the times you all have made stupid efforts to make me smile to wipe away any tear, for  the times you guys covered for my mistakes (if any), for reading anything I write (even if I have to coax for that), for convincing Papa to buy me a Scooty (this goes to you Bade bhaiya!), for every beautiful surprise till date,  for guarding me (goes to all three of you ^_^), for making me look pretty in your clicks, and of course, for being MY brothers :)

Happy Rakhi! :)

                                                                          
                                                                              
                                                                             Love in abundance
       Your Sister (who’s more like a brother)



*A blog post, because I know you chaps will love it! :D

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Take a Hill Pill #1


Wishes, when they come true, ooze out happiness like never before.

If  I am ever given a choice between loads of money and plenty of days in hills, chucking any second thoughts I’ll choose the latter. More so after finally having spent some beautiful days in the Kumaon hills. The last time I had been on a proper trip to a hill station was as a 4 yr old kid. It was Manali. Few years back, it was an expedition to Vaishnodevi which I thoroughly loved, the only dismay being not getting a chance to tour around Kashmir. And after that what I remember most clearly is my craving for any such place. Even the slightest prospect of a similar holiday resulted in me weaving endless plans in my head when everyone else used to retire to the bed. Over the years these self-talks changed from “I have to buy a hat, and a Capri set just  like XYZ for this trip” to “It’s gonna be such an amazing thing, sight of curvy roads, the feel of standing among clouds...”. What never changed was the thrill, and when I faintly heard ongoing discussions on a trip to Nainital and places around earlier this summer, it was quite a tough thing for me to suppress this thrill. I feared that getting overjoyed would definitely make the plan a failure, just  like it happened all these years. Only I know how I contained the happiness till the night before the journey, because finally when everything was all set, I could hold no more. I was actually happy to the extent that I didn’t want to sleep, dreading what if it was a dream no more in vision the moment I open my eyes next. But true it was, and this way I had the loveliest of my vacations in a long time, this June. I was so restless to get to the place that the road-trip seemed the most boring thing ever to me that time. Well, of course, only till the time we reached the destination. And then everything felt surreal. The moment I got a glimpse of the hill mounds when we were still driving through the plains, I felt a gush of unusual happiness. That feeling of ‘Yes! I am finally here’, with a content smile.
And as we started driving up the road, needless to say, I was stuffed with excitement. But, was also a bit spooked as I watched the height from the ground increasing at every little distance, only to get used to it in the next 10 days. In fact after a few days I suddenly recalled how scared I was the first day, and shared a laugh with myself.
Regarding the plan for the whole trip, I had very little idea, only knowing that the trip is going to be for a duration, much more than I had expected. Evidently, it was less than I wished for, because if one decides to consider that, then they’ll probably have to buy me a cottage in every hill station. I wish I could make a living by just sitting up there. :D

The sun set that evening promising some brighter days ahead....
Clicked at Bhimtal (Courtesy: Framed Figments)
The only low point of the whole tour was that there were a few places I wanted to stay in longer than the scheduled one-day stay. Some other time, I hope. Other than that those days will always come back as a lovely pack of memories, with slices of adventure, lovely as well as some damn scary moments, silent nights, cloudy mornings, smell of forest, beautiful roads, cute dogs, pine cones we were mad for, the numerous bottles of Coke we had, and a lot more!

Finally, starting from this post, I’ll try to record my happy hilly days in the most memorable way. Engrossing enough to read out to my kids in future :P And no, I am not going to go Mr. India-ish  again. I have to write this (more of a push to my own self).

With a promise to not bore and write better and more
(just focus on the rhyme),


-Srishti  :)


*The images I’ll be sharing are clicked by my brother. A few will be mine too. Feel free to pour a word or two. :D Visit the page link for better view of these and many more pictures.