As much as I love days full of things to do, I'd like to clarify I do not mean the cooking, cleaning, and running errands sort of things but the having fun sort of a day, I really do love the one-off quiet day that goes by without much done on the outside. I had the amazing day of doing nothing but be locked in a library, eat some delicious Italian food, and end it with some philosophy at a train station. Concord library was my first stop that day. My right-after-marriage life had started to pose one threat - boredom from being a housewife. Shravan suggested I head to the library so the books can keep me busy that day. Sounds good! Off I went into the Concord library. I started at the magazine section right by the door and glided through the comic strips to novels and finally to travel, my true calling. I read my first physical New Yorker April edition, and really liked the articles for how random they got. I read an article on the Mad Men series that talked about what the time frame for nostalgia is for any given generation, and the Belchel dykes comic strips. Dykes strips unfortunately didn't hold my attention long enough that I just randomly looked at books and bumped into Gone With The Wind alternatives but before I could read the first page my love, travel, took over and led me to 'No horizon so far' that had me like a puppet on strings for the next few hours till I got buzzed by the husband for lunch time. An hour of relishing Agn Aragosta and Tiramisu, I was back with Liv and Ann while they lost their radios. While their journey continued, mine ended in a few hours by a bench at the concord railway station reading everyone's philosophy guide Fountainhead ... Un jour parfait is all it was!
We measure our lives based on these, we are guided by these, & we change with these sometimes. Your first steps, your first words, then for the longest duration in between its about how much you scored, how many you scored or how much you made for your self and your next generation but there comes a time when you truly start living for yourself. My dad turned 60 a few weeks ago and so I promptly tucked my son into my arms and braved the long journey to India with him alone. I've been fortunate to travel back and forth to India once every 6 months from the time I moved to the US considering most NRIs are known for their rather infrequent visits because of visa issues and sometimes their personal preference. Me, I am a sucker to go back every 2 months if I could. Hopefully in the long run I don't have to do this and will move back permanently. Friends and family say that will change with time. This trip was very important to me. I wanted to be there to see my dad turn 60...
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