Writing hasn’t felt as inspiring as of late, until it did. I wrote this bit outside on my patio just now. It’s short and hardly makes any sense but I like it. (Sidenote: the picture shown is not the picture of the sky I’m describing. It’s just a pretty sky I took a picture of) 🙂
‘Lists. I’ve been writing lists like a madwoman because that’s what people like to read nowadays. Bite-sized compilations that are supposed to illicit a bunch of feelings while being informational and of course ironically funny in under 500 words. Lists. I’m starting to really hate lists.
I forgot how beautiful it is to write from the soul. I looked up at the sky this evening and it was baby blue with white streaks sweeping across the open escape. Some time passed and I looked up again. Nothing else around me changed much but the sky. The sky was on fire. No, it was blushing. The white turned rose and the blue began to fade. The sunburst from the orange and red hues reflected back on the deck. I could feel the warm pink light on my face. I wanted to keep that sky forever, to hold onto it for another day, for another moment when staleness entered and I was empty. The sky filled me full. I could watch it for hours.
I remembered the lists again.’
Consider this my “I’m back bitches’ post. After a summer/fall/winter-ish….oh hell let’s face it nearly a year gap, I’m resolving to revive my blog writing ways! My update comes in different forms—I’ve moved to Mumbai so expect pictures, lots of them. And this time since I’m not living in the Boondocks of Bombay aka Chembur, life will be a bit more happening what with the mix of religions in Bandra not to mention the expatty vibe.
To backtrack, I came to Bombay in August of last year. After a series of personal blows I questioned whether I made the right decision by moving to Bollywood. 6 months in and I am happy I pulled through. I had a millions reasons why moving my Jersey-bred butt back to the Garden State made sense. But I stayed here. I knew India had me, at least for now.
Being home for the summer was wonderful. Pools, sunshine, friendship, nothing makes me happier. I was struggling though—physical therapy wasn’t happening despite my best efforts. M’s been with me here for 2.5 months and slowly but surely losing her marbles. She finds ways to keep busy but when its time to go, it’s time to go. And sure enough that time is right around the corner. We had a great end to the year, with two last minute vacations to Turkey in September and Dubai this past week. I’ve always heard about how man-made Dubai was but I was shocked by the
true artificial (oxymoron much?) nature of the city! More on this in another post…Turkey was next level gorgeous, especially so Pamukkale the town where my oldest childhood friend was getting married. My sister joined for the Turkey trip so it was especially special.
Travels, tumults, and triumphs are a good way to sum up these last couple of months. Oh and therapy, lots of physical therapy. Enough alliterations for tonight.
I’ve been working on a new blog that’s not up and running just yet, so stay tuned. Till then TheGait marches forward.