Tea Talks

I just got a bit late today for my evening walk after work but as usual the weather was calling out different names in the form of loud sounds; Thunderstorms! Not again, I have to go for the evening walk. Dressed up with sport attire with a feeling of getting drenched today, I made a decision to go. You want to get drenched asked my heart? The mind responded with a big YES!

With an aim to finish three miles, I just stopped by half a mile and asked myself whether I should complete rest of the laps? I was constantly watching the fight between my heart and mind, they were trying to convince whom? Me or my soul or my belief or my trust? Well they were trying to have ice-creams of all the flavours with a bronze spoon. I tried with my belief and trust and tried for more miles. I was half a way through. It was a sense of great accomplishment and great delight to my mind, heart and corresponding their beliefs and trust.

Was it all by mind? Or was it all by heart? It’s everything on our mind, the story said and the confusing conclusion remarked upon. You think and you become that. You want to be a billionaire in the next second, you are one, who is stopping you! It’s all by the thoughts played in your mind. The mind is your beautiful movie theater which lets you see many movies in a single screen or may be different ones, depends. You want to be an Oscar awarded individual; you are one, awarded by your mind!

My walk was coming to an end and I did engage in a conversation with many of the evening walkers regarding thoughts and the mind. The mind and thoughts to them is mere a flow of air which they allowed to enter in their mind(s), if they want to, else they were open to travel with another air which had less troubles. Talks and talks were handed over to me, my friend, significant other and some strangers, the same day we started discussing over mind, heart and corresponding beliefs and trust.

Did I tell you that, you are a part of my beautiful story where you are the actor/actress performing a great movie with a powerful message? Did I also tell you, that, this, was only a cup of tea that made me think of a beautiful story like this between you and me playing together, with our thoughts, mind, and our heart, yes, we are in the same see-saw looking at each other with the same smile thinking of crafting a new story for you and for me and for everyone to bring out peaceful minds and happiness.

So is it the only the ‘tea talking’ ? Or ‘talks over’ a cup of tea? 😉

The warmth

They’d met after a long time, this season, they both were enjoying the weather, the cosiness, maybe they wanted to see each other right next or curling around. They actually missed each other a lot; the warmth and the affection came along. They thought it’s only a few months they are together and now they started feeling each other in the eyes, 💓 and soul. They started wanting each other more and wished for the feeling to not end anyways.

Early morning, without a message he woke up next to her and she made a smile and said “Good morning”, yes, a good morning, was that enough? Yes, for me it was. But, again she made an attempt to curl him up with no space and allowed no light frame to enter. So, was it all dark? Yes. He loved the warmth and felt her next to him. Is this love? You can say so. They both wanted to see each other every moment so well that they actually made an attempt to stick, just like a glue-stick, but here it was more like a caring-stick.

They came more close and discussed everything openly and also felt the warmth when they were low. He was all open to her and she was all ears. There was an affection, love, deep bond and emotional flow between them and they loved every bit of it. Hence, for the person who is your breath you should get yourself completely immersed in the pool of love with him/her and feel the emotions, be more connected, fight for your him/her, just don’t ‘let it go’ for your happiness or for both, it’s completely fine to think sometimes to let go, but tell me do really want to ‘let go’, don’t get convinced by anyone or your mind, there would be many thoughts of letting him/her go because of this or that and end up diverting our mind with other things; which is weak and temporary, but at the end it only matters that ‘s/he is the one for you’, whom you loved at the first place accepting all the odds/negatives/positives. The love could be your blanket in chilly winters when you don’t want to let it go or maybe your love. You might feel the chill in your body or a chill in your love. Don’t let it go!

Now, did I tell you, that, this story happened to be my last night’s dream or a reality or love with my own blanket in the winter season? 🙂

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A dreamy world

She used to live far away from him but still they made a connect and wore the same thread of love. Universe also called them as birds who would never fall apart. He used to listen to her always and vice versa but there were some fights in between but it was understood that after the fight they would lie close to each other and laugh. This was love. Pure love.

They used to smile, cry, love, tease, discuss everything together but all these things left as a part of cyclone which was not in his or her radar, maybe it was the fight or something else, yes, something else, that could have been cleared but it didn’t. In reality, may whatever quotes or stories we get influenced to, we can’t leave the person whom we love. We can’t! If one decides to stay, with only one reason, s/he will stay till the last breath because s/he loves and accepts the negatives of their partners and knows s/he isn’t like that as they fell in love with the soul not these on-the-go negatives. He was all ears to listen and make her sleep again in his arms with her favourite story book.

Every memory of her shakes him like she is there saying ‘love’ but if you actually feel it was only ‘please don’t connect’- in a harsh tone. He is clueless. He felt left out. He thought people fight and they get more closer and promise to not deliver the same again, else they’ll go through sit-ups. He was unable to figure; what happened! There was a loss. He couldn’t bear but was finding ways to figure out a medicine which would tear away the emotional bindings and deep love. He searched all the chemist shops and returned empty handed.

She thinks of him everytime but is afraid to tell or maybe there is some other reason. She used to start her day with his voice wrapped in a blanket of love and curled around. He was all ears to listen but she wasn’t ready and gave him a red ribbon. He accepted and still colored that ribbon to green and presented her and she handed over a black one. He thinks they were playing some colour game. He colored every red ribbon to green but he thinks she wasn’t ready. He accepted.

He didn’t want to let her go like that; she didn’t wanted that either. She always looks good in yellow and he still wears her favourite yellow. They dreamt a lot and in real too. They enjoyed the air between them. Did he tell you that she is a beautiful bird who leaves a lasting impression, maybe? She would feel him curled around her and his voice for the rest of her life. A belief and faith.

Everything in a relationship has a cure provided we are ready to accept and let go the negatives.

He still thinks…

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The Journey

As soon as the alarm bell rang at around 4.30 am – I got a quick shiver that I had to rush to school with my colleague. I did all my morning stuffs and got ready and it was already 5.10 am in the morning.

I had a feeling that I could be a bit late. But, I had the positive hope that I will reach on time – but had a fear that “whether I could get any bus to Tehri from Chamba or not?” – this morning.

Yes, it was my fear which turned into reality. I left my place around 5.50 am in the morning and waited for a cab/bus anything which could drive me to the destination place. I saw some sumo’s in the queue but No, they weren’t waiting for me! They were waiting for other passengers to fill in and they would then start. What a good experience that was!

I sat in a sumo and it was nearly filled but who knew that the driver says – “bhaiya aap kisi aur sumo mein beth jao, yahan book ha sawari court ki!! “ ( Brother, you please sit in some other cab, we are already full for some other destination) 

I was all irritated. Now I sat in the bus – a direct bus to Baurari (a quiet place near Tehri). There were only 3 passengers in the bus excluding me and I was assured that the bus would leave on time, i.e. after some minutes – but that was a good lie. It took some 30 minutes to fill up and then the bus would leave for Baurari. What a travel it was!

I met my fellow colleagues in Baurari and we all left for Tipri Village in some other bus. The bus journey to Tipri Village was a bit tiring as I wasn’t able to fit my legs in the back seat due to non-availability of seats – a heavily crowded bus.

We reached Tipri Gaon in near about 30 minutes and now we had a one kilometer walk to reach our school. We reached The Primary School. Like I said earlier, this school also greeted us with open hands and the teachers here were again welcoming.

Interaction with children:

Children’s here were very active. They greeted us with the window saying Good Morning Sir! They were happy to see us but at the same time they were in the dilemma that what would they teach? Or what What would they do with us? – As I could figure that out.

I began interacting with them and also asked their names they were only few in number i.e. 8.

I started with names and also asked what is the difference between sugar and namkeen (salty snacks)?! I literally heard many differences. They said sugar is sweet and namkeen (salty snacks) is salty. But again my question was why sweet is not salty and why salt is not sweet? They said because sweet is only sweet and salt is only salt – which is a concluded answer out of no clue. One child replied by saying sweets are only in sweet shop and namkeen’s are only in Haldirams (a famous shop for Salty Snacks). So, that was an another answer to the question asked by them.

Copyright © Nikhil Kundu