Coming home to Beach ⛱️

Yet another day of being awake since 3:30am...I feel pity on owls and myself too....:-| but today is  different because I am on a bus! 

Heading to a beach which has been calling me since long but I kept it aside due to obligations and overthinking. It took me sometime to make peace with it and also allow myself to flow hand-in- hand with my callings or desires and hence, I booked myself on a bus.

Since I was awake, and on a shared (women) sleeper seat, on the aisle side, I couldn't see anything from the glass window and was wishing that the winds help me by blowing the curtain off and to my surprise the co-passenger's stop came by and she deboarded. Now I have the window all to myself :p but I wasn't sure where we were so I check the map and it pointed towards 'Mangalore'...and seems my destination is ~2 hrs from their. 

And then boom! I was transported to a memory because the bus was stopped at a circle and slowly moving to take a U turn....and what I see outside the window was "Papillon Palace", a name associated with a book someone introduced me to, my stay at that hotel on one of my birthday etc. As I am writing this, my breath is becoming heavy and tears are immerging. I wonder what is it that I am unable to let go or if I am resisting or in denial and why? To be honest, I am tired of myself. The only thing I feel I am capable of letting go, is my tears... they are flowing effortlessly.

Well, let me take my thoughts to the beach that I am gonna meet asa I deboard....I am so looking forward to the meet with those gushing sounds of waves, of winds of the change that makes its presence felt and also to implement "mission pure soul" something that I learned in Ultimate Health Challange by Vishal Saini which talks about how we counciously create our environment which leads us to our purpose and all the 7 steps in Between which is a concious thought and needs to be seeded....

And the funny is funny thing which also makes my heart feel lighter is, I haven't booked return ticket yet...though I might head back on Monday...but not having too much advance planning helps me to ease a bit and I am loving it 😃🙌💞, even though there is a pile of office work for this quarter and visitors and family visiting and me travelling later in the quarter...it's all back to back!

I am also  excited and looking forwards to  weekend trip to nearby temples with my host's family and maybe just the feeling of being home with a maa, papa, friends like sisters, late night saree modelling and crazy laughter....I am not sure how it is going to be this time but will go with the flow....

If time and other things permit, I would like to go further ahead and visit elephants high campsite too and spend some quiet ime, all by myself in the  secluded space...🤞

This trip is for you Tan! Even Gemini said 'May you get all your answers from the gushing waves"

(6:45 am)

Dropped my bags and Here I am!!

Path that leads me and I am already drawn to the sound of waves..my heart beating as if it's going to meet it's beloved...

And the first sight!

The very first step...

And the greetings....

And becoming a part of it...

'Jetlag' turned a blessing

(7th oct)

Landed yesterday 2:30 am and touched home only by 5 am...after breakfast, thought to complete a few tasks onhand and then turned to bed to take some rest, set an alarm for 45 mins...only to realize that those 45 mins became 90+ mins and I wokeup with a shock and looked outside the window to figure out if it's the same day or next..🙆.

Found some comfort in knowing it is just the evening...same day

I later, got busy with unpacking and sorting laundry, etc, took shower and lit a lamp later in the evening to feel some life around. Everything felt surreal as if time was a gimmick - all the planning, shopping, rush, prepared leading up to my travel and this time post travel! Uff! A lot for me and these thoughts of vaccum or isolation appears in the peak of those jet lagged awakend hours where one would feel no less than a night Owl 🦉!

After dinner, I went upstairs to realize that it's Sharad Purnima, my mom's most favourite festival...for some reason:) and I also associate with it for one of my most dear memory of travelling with parents to Shimla and on our way back, during a halt at Delhi guest house, all of my parent's friends gathered upstairs to boil milk and prepare kheer on the night of Sharad Purnima ...I believe that was the most happy memory from my childhood, of my parents being happy together :)🤞💕

Sitting there at the terrace and just staring at the vibrant peaceful moon is one of my favourite activity to indulge in...for some reason a devine calmness takes over me. I had no phone with me and purely me and the quietness of the still night. I loved it. 

If given a chance, I would have loved to lay on terrace, all thru the night...adoring the full moon. At a certain moment, I reflected in the stark difference from that of the west world, filled with lights, colors mad rush to this quite night, all to myself. And my heart filled with gratitude that I am blessed beyond words ro be witnessing and living this reality.

At 10 pm, slight unwillingly I went back to my room to sleep and then woke up at 3 am 😀🙆...I don't know what was happening and I was fully awake...

I got out of my bed and headed out of house to see a sky full of stars....such magical view and there was a corner of my varandah from where I could see a bright lit sky but the source was not visible and I rushed to the terrace to see the full moon, now shining brightly on the west side. So on my right was starts in constillation and left was this bright moon. A sense of joy filled me. There was also a small bowl of surgery milk that my neighbour had placed as a offering to the moon...and I remembered that event if my childhood and since then, mom always tells me to have kheer on that night or next morning but I have left taking milk since a month and was left with no choice but to just open my mouth wide open and take the blessed air in. Yeah, I might sound crazy, and yes, I am🌹

I spent almost half an hour there at the terrace, sometimes just adoring and talking with moon and starts or laughing at the imagination that if this was US, I would have been shot by some snipper saying a thief was on terrace or I never knew it some neighbours were watching me and thinking I have gone mad ..🙈. I just remembered a song that explains my feelings of that moment...how the lead actress feels in this song : chaya hai jo dil pe...(Yeah, too filmy). I also thought about how a women's menstrual cycle is and should be matching that of the waxing or waning moon...and in that quietness I was adoring my body for being what it is and thanked it too for being such coperative one across countries, in different landscapes and food availablity or lack of it.🙏

Later I got back to my room and started practicing malaasana, completed watching the pending recordings of GoNature naturopathy classes that I missed due to my travel. I walked backwards for 20 cycles and also had an amazing hunza tea.

I loved this productiveness without the burdened if being one....which was so new to me. I felt thrilled and more willing to then get ready for work :).

I had lived the best part of my day already and the rest was a bonus.

So yup, the jetlag became my blessing for witnessing and spending those magical moments  with Moon.