Close Call.

Another short story.

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So, it was Diwali in 4 days and the excitement in me grew like never before. I had never been so glad about Diwali when I was back in my hometown; guess these things suddenly become important when you are miles apart. But the best thing was that in less than 24 hours, I’d be home. Although I still live in the same county, Chennai felt like it was a part of a different county altogether. Especially when you compare it with Baroda. So I was all set. Came early from my office, bought a few gifts on the way almost done with the packing and answered my mom’s call thrice. Yes, that would be an unusual thing, given I never get a chance to speak to her more than once when I’m working. She was happier than I was. I was going to be back after 6 months. My roommate, Shri had been bugging me and constantly reminded me about getting her the yummy theplas my mom had sent the last time around. The flight was at 23:00 and I had to reach the airport by 21:30 (approx 75 mins early to board a domestic flight) I felt bad for Shri, who couldn’t get her holiday leave approved and had to stay back instead of going to Nagpur for Diwali. I decided to treat her, Italian (her favorite), so we left for Little Italy.  We had our dinner and Shri went to got into the car and just then my phone rang. It was mom. Again. Reminding  to leave so that I wouldn’t be late. Next thing I heard was a crash sound.  Even before I could think, I saw Shri bang her car into the truck passing by. Leaving a huge dent on her car and blood was flowing from her forehead. She had banged her head on the steering wheel.

My mind was torn. I had to reach the airport, but I couldn’t leave Shri alone at the hospital, although my other friends said they were on their way and they would take care of her. I just couldn’t leave.just then the doctor came with a list of medicines and broke my chain of thoughts.  I left for the medical store.

It was 23:40.my phone rang, it was from home. Damn, I thought, I had forgotten to call home to tell them what had happened. I answered the phone,

“Riya?!” It was dad, sounding totally confused and panicked and worried.

“Dad?” I replied bewildered.

“Oh thank god you’re alive!” “It’s her, she’s fine” I heard him tell it to people at home.

“What is..” before I could complete my mom had taken over the phone from dad

“Are you ok?  Where are you? Is everything alright?” She was crying.

“What is happening??” I asked after I couldn’t understand the whole reason for panic. I haven’t even told them about shri’s accident I thought.

“They showed it on TV. Ritu aunty from Ahmadabad called to inform” she said still panicking

“That flight IC107 from Chennai to Ahmadabad had crashed soon after it took off.”

I couldn’t believe what I heard. Almost went blank for a moment.

“I..I..missed my flight…” was all I could say.

“And thank god for that” my mom said with a breath of relief.

“Shri met with a minor accident, so I took her to the hospital and missed my flight.” I said recovering myself a bit.

Close call I thought. Very close call.

-The Lazyy Blogger.

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The color.

Note: I had to describe the color ‘Blue’ without using the word blue.

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It’s what you feel on a full moon day, while you take a walk all by yourself. It is the color or relaxation, the color of holiday, be it is the color of the clear sky, indicating that the day is going to be perfect. Or it is the color of your perfect dream holiday villa’s view, the one facing the sea. It is the color of your everyday wear, your jeans. Something your personality is incomplete without. It is the color of the night, the time when it’s all calm and you spend your time with the most important person in your life; yourself. It is the color of the liquid you cannot imagine you life without, water! The color of your favorite cartoon characters because they are too cute and smurfy . But it can also be the color of loneliness or depression. The color of tension and the color of worry. It’s the color of your favorite superhero, who’s neither a plane or a bird. And thus, it is the color of faith. In India, it’s the color of a religion and the color we bleed. Something that connects people of different caste and creed. The color of royalty and class.

The color of life.

Wanderlust.

Wanderlust ˈ(wɒndəlʌst/)  – A strong desire to travel.

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“Travel is the only thing that you buy which makes you richer.”

I’ve always loved to travel.

By different modes and to different places. To far away cities and the nearby villages.

‘Anywhere and everywhere’ was always the top of my bucket list. Still is.

It’s not just the enthusiasm that I have before leaving a particular place that happens to be the reason that I love it so much but it’s also that amazing experience that you have from it. It’s something that cannot be bought.

You’ll say that you need money for it, so how can it not be brought?  I’d still say it cannot be.

No one can buy the happiness of feeling the cool breeze of the ocean, neither can they get you the warmth you get from sipping your hot coffee in the mountains. You can sure see the pictures and admire their natural beauty from magazines. You can also watch travel shows, Wikipedia might also help.

If that’s what you think, think again.

Nothing beats the awesome feeling you have when you finally order a correct meal in the land where they don’t understand your language; neither can you understand the helplessness you feel when you lose your people in a crowded place, where you left for sightseeing. But, that’s the very part of travelling that will enrich the tour and thus in the end, make it all worth.

Meeting new people, listening to new music, eating delicious new food and the seemingly endless memories, that is what you’ll treasure for life.

Not only will you learn new things, but become better at what you used to be. Now that’s something I can’t explain.

Oh, and you know the best feeling?
That’s when you’re back from your amazing trip and  awesome memories, you’ll realize the importance of your house, your people and all things you take for granted.

Now you know why travelling is always on my mind?

-The Lazyy Blogger.