Beyond Bedtime Happiness!

Youtube is not cooperating tonight, or I would have posted some of my happy favourite songs tonight. The world of Hemant Kumar, Mohd. Rafi, Geeta Dutt and Lata Mangeshkar. And oddly enough even Amit Trivedi somewhere in between their awesomeness.  

Possibly

I am planning to go for a trek soon. It is a conversation I initiated with friends. It is on a route which is supposed to be easy to moderate for trekking. And it is at a time when I'd rather be out than be in Delhi. 

I toss between planning next steps and chickening out every moment. I have never been on a serious trek before. I am as unfit as I can be today. I have a bad leg and a bad back. It is the asthma season and these days I don't take a step without my inhaler (20 years this year, btw!). And of course, I have no stamina. 

But I know if I don't go now I will never go. I need to do it because I don't like believing that there is something I cannot do, especially in a space that I like. If I be realistic, I know the leg and the back won't get any better. It's been years and medicine doesn't seem to have progressed much. I was titled the no-frill girl once and I like the idea of being that. For me, being able to trek has to be a subset of that. And well, there is a place on my must-visit destinations and the only way to get there is by doing a difficult two-day-long trek. So I guess this one can serve to be a good preparatory step. 

Last year, Ranjan offered me to go along with him to Roopkund and Alekhya invited me to Kashmir. Those were some heavy-duty solid treks. I made excuses and sighed over photographs later. The next few days should hopefully change future outlook and opportunities. Keeping fingers crossed. 

13000 feet, here I come!

Source: Google

And I Wonder...

You know those people who, when committed, compulsively feel the need to reiterate their love for their partner? And expect the same too? They're a common variety, aren't they?

One of them, while playing agony aunt, pointedly asked her friend, "do you still love him?". The friend, exasperated, said, "what is love?!". She was stumped. 

Been weeks. Still is. 

Swing

Clear your mind and you will notice the red flowers, not the dry leaves.