22:46 IST
Room with two mirrors, Shahpur Jat
New Delhi, India
Hello, it has been a while. Time plays such a role in language. What if there wasn't any, time? No time for this none for that. See? It still holds meaning. Can't do without it.
And so, bringing conversations back within the realm of past, present and future, a lot happened between then and now, which hasn't been written about, meaning hasn't been pondered over.
Am I here to ponder? I don't know. The urge was too strong for me to ponder over that.
It was more of a need than desire. Maybe the two are intermingling slowly. How lovely that would be, if need and desire become one?
I needed to clear my head, sort my thoughts, hopefully get rid of a few. Because now, my dear I write for a living. Not for myself, but that will happen too one day. You will make it happen.
The thing is, I miss intimacy. Ever since the break-up, I have missed being close to someone. It isn't a fall-back or the security catch. Intimacy in my world is a very momentary, in-the-present word (time again). Intimacy doesn't flit in the past or fly to the future. It just is. Or isn't. No grey shades, no time-warp. Straightforward. Straight arrow.
So what do I want from life? Same old. Be fit feel fit write perfectly. And travel and trek and meet and eat and play.
Trek, I went on one of the longest treks I have ever been to. About 60 km, over 6 days, entirely on foot. We were tortoises, carried our homes on our backs. We climbed up and climbed down, our homes on our backs intact. The weather was not entirely kind. Clouds descended often, most of the day infact. And wept or pissed (however you may want to put it) their hearts out.
I survived it because I was with a lot of people who had things with them that helped me survive. I was not fit enough to carry my own luggage, so got help. My tent was wet most of the time, but that problem was also resolved because I had friends who offered me their shelter. I was not well equipped with food while trekking but met people on the way who readily offered their supplies.
But this doesn't happen on a trek. It happens on pilgrimages. A trek is a different story. You have to walk the miles and you have to walk them alone. For days and nights, and you go to remote places that have no shelter. So you gotta carry your own, and supplies. So what is the survival gear for a person going on a long trek?
Tent. Sleeping Bag + Pad. Layers of clothing. Headlamp + Flashlight. Packaged food. Water bottle + purifier. Swiss Knife. Sunglasses. Map of the area. First Aid Kit.
OK so what more do you need in the write-up. Maybe elaborate on these? Like why? Nono. Maybe the best kind of gear on it.
Buzzzzz Im going to sleep.
Room with two mirrors, Shahpur Jat
New Delhi, India
Hello, it has been a while. Time plays such a role in language. What if there wasn't any, time? No time for this none for that. See? It still holds meaning. Can't do without it.
And so, bringing conversations back within the realm of past, present and future, a lot happened between then and now, which hasn't been written about, meaning hasn't been pondered over.
Am I here to ponder? I don't know. The urge was too strong for me to ponder over that.
It was more of a need than desire. Maybe the two are intermingling slowly. How lovely that would be, if need and desire become one?
I needed to clear my head, sort my thoughts, hopefully get rid of a few. Because now, my dear I write for a living. Not for myself, but that will happen too one day. You will make it happen.
The thing is, I miss intimacy. Ever since the break-up, I have missed being close to someone. It isn't a fall-back or the security catch. Intimacy in my world is a very momentary, in-the-present word (time again). Intimacy doesn't flit in the past or fly to the future. It just is. Or isn't. No grey shades, no time-warp. Straightforward. Straight arrow.
So what do I want from life? Same old. Be fit feel fit write perfectly. And travel and trek and meet and eat and play.
Trek, I went on one of the longest treks I have ever been to. About 60 km, over 6 days, entirely on foot. We were tortoises, carried our homes on our backs. We climbed up and climbed down, our homes on our backs intact. The weather was not entirely kind. Clouds descended often, most of the day infact. And wept or pissed (however you may want to put it) their hearts out.
I survived it because I was with a lot of people who had things with them that helped me survive. I was not fit enough to carry my own luggage, so got help. My tent was wet most of the time, but that problem was also resolved because I had friends who offered me their shelter. I was not well equipped with food while trekking but met people on the way who readily offered their supplies.
But this doesn't happen on a trek. It happens on pilgrimages. A trek is a different story. You have to walk the miles and you have to walk them alone. For days and nights, and you go to remote places that have no shelter. So you gotta carry your own, and supplies. So what is the survival gear for a person going on a long trek?
Tent. Sleeping Bag + Pad. Layers of clothing. Headlamp + Flashlight. Packaged food. Water bottle + purifier. Swiss Knife. Sunglasses. Map of the area. First Aid Kit.
OK so what more do you need in the write-up. Maybe elaborate on these? Like why? Nono. Maybe the best kind of gear on it.
Buzzzzz Im going to sleep.
