My wishlist :)

It's been long since I wrote something about my dreams. Following is a list of things I really wanna do in my lifetime.

Must experience:

Serenity of Kashmir

A rendezvous with the beauty of Himalayan valleys!


Elegance of Venice

How would it feel to travel around the 'City of canals' (savoring the Italian food)?


Mystery of Egypt

What's hidden inside those huge pyramids??


Grandeur of Sydney

My childhood dream, since I saw 'Dil Chahta hai'...


Spirit of Paris

What makes their ladies so beautiful and so stylish??


Glamour of London Eye

Reminds me of one of my fav movies: 'If only'


Must Learn:

Salsa

I have experienced bits of it. Wanna master this. Salsa is simply awesome!


Belly dancing

Wish I could control my body like the belly dancers!


Must improve upon:

Photography

I am so much in love with photographs. I wish I could click them as well as I appreciate them!


Painting

Must get in touch with my beloved and forgotten hobby.

To my baby

The ardent dog haters certainly won't identify with this post. Please scroll down to the other posts.

Others will probably understand my state of mind very well.

Shomu is a small packet of happiness that I received this Monday. A cute little pekingese who promised me great times ahead. We fed him, played with him. Mom treated him like no less than a human child. We enjoyed every small thing he did. The way he jumped at the smell of cerelac or at the sight of his warm basket. The way he played after his meals. It was all a treat to our soul.

But he got sick within 3 days. Very sick. I cried all afternoon today losing any hopes to have him saved. I still don't know if he will live. Even the vet isn't sure. But one thing is certain. This episode has changed me forever.

Never before have I experienced the fear of losing someone so close to my heart. I can now understand why my dad couldn't sleep for 3 days when I was diagnosed with medical problems. I can guess what my uncle went through when his 2 month old child caught brain fever. I can actually measure the depth of pain that people feel when they are losing someone. The helplessness. The fear. The depression. I went through it the whole day today.

But I am beginning to see a ray of hope. Signs tell me that he will survive.

Baby you'll get well soon! We have a lot of memories to make.
I love you.

Memories

The mountains were tall and wide. My cousins traversed this distance every day to reach their school. I, on the other hand, went through it only during the summer vacations. Sometimes on hired horses. Sometimes on cousins' shoulders. Sometimes on foot - panting and wailing.

But I loved the village life. I loved strolling up and down within the village. It seemed like a living canvas painting.

My cousins would climb up trees to collect nutritious leaves for the cows. They would rest at the old temple which was a hub to the singing birds. They would wash clothes near the natural stream of water that provided most of the drinking water for the village. And, I remember, how my cousins smiled and laughed all the while they did their daily chores.

Those memories remind me that happiness doesn't lie in chasing wealth. It doesn't lie in technology or comfort. Happiness lies in simplicity and contentment. It lies in living every moment of life.