To travel is one of my big time plans. 2010 is the year I planned to do just that. As a kid, my parents took me traveling everywhere. It could be to the lake or the mountains, where we would sleep in tents, watch the stars shine in the sky and play games without the computers or Internet or cell phones. We fell asleep, listening to the sound of the ocean's waves and the wind tugging our hair and our skin a little crunchy with salt sprays. The beauty of such rugged life remains with me like a scent that is luring and can never be forgotten.
Be What You Want to Be
When I look back into my childhood, those are the most poignant memories that come to life and throw shadows on my hectic life that gives me no space to even contemplate about being who I really am. My family believes I should take a looong break and just enjoy doing whatever I want to do. I am not ready yet because I believe I have so much more to do and accomplish before I take that break. No matter what, I will make space for myself starting this year and travel whenever I can and not let anything deter me from what I really enjoy doing.
A lot of people I know spend a lifetime talking about the exotic destinations they visited or plan to visit. Truthfully, it doesn't matter to me where I go. It can be anyplace that I haven't seen before. That is the fun of being on the go.
The Spellbinding Beach
In February and March 2010, I visited Kochi, which is my home town, a place that sings in my veins and calls out to my spirit in a way that I can hardly explain. This time, I visited the beach in Kannur with my family. Adi had never seen a beach except in the movies. I can't express the joy and curiosity and disbelief that I saw in his eyes when he saw the waves crashing to his feet and then going back again as if to bring back more secrets to him.
There was no time to tell him that I too had listened to the ocean's whispers lulling me to sleep under starry skies a lifetime ago. Maybe when he grows up and falls in love, I can talk him about my childhood. Now, I want to soak in these moments where I am becoming a child all over again and yes, a slightly irresponsible one because I so hate to be a conventional mom who goes cranky the moment her kid's toes have sand in them. No, I don't want to be a control freak. I want my son to enjoy, feel the sand beneath his feet and the wind beneath his wings. I want him to feel happy about being him.
Just the way I had been.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
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