Cross my rivers, without any fear,
For all my bridges, stand strong and steady.
But only the brave should tread these ways,
For, if I love you, I shall never let you go.
For weeks I’ve been blogging about my life and you have all supported me through it all. Honestly, I’m grateful for all the love you have given me. And although I wish I could share my identity with you, it’s important that I remain anonymous. However, in this post, I’m sharing a small glimpse into who I am. The person behind the blog. Hopefully, my hair isn’t enough to uncover my identity.
I have been in Florida for the past few days, making my way through different theme parks with my family. The West is everything I imagined it to be. And I’m glad I wasn’t let down. Disney Magic Kingdom is truly a magical beauty. Everything right from their attention to detail to their rides and of course, their fireworks was absolutely heart melting. As I stood there, in front of the beautiful castle as the fireworks went off, all I could think of was my Greek God. We haven’t met for so long now. And long distance isn’t easy on a normal basis, it’s even harder when you’re on vacation and can’t find time to balance between family and your S.O. Nevertheless, the whole Magic Kingdom experience has secured a special place in my heart and I wait for the day I shall finally experience it again, hand in hand with my Greek God and tears of joy in my eyes.
Coming from a developing country, The West has always been an amusing factor in my life. We all hear it. How America is developed. How it is full of beautiful, well planned buildings, straight and flawless roads and awe inspiring expanses. Believe me, it’s all true. Just before my flight landed into suburban Orlando, I saw from above, the beauty of America.
As an architecture student, I’ve been trained to observe the planning and depths of a space rather than its superficial beauty. And that depth is what I saw from hundreds of feet above Orlando. My eyes wildly tracked the smart planning of various locations as my heart beat wildly with awe. The roads, straight as an arrow were dotted with vehicles as the bright green trees softened the harsh effects of architecture. Houses with shingled roofs clustered around roads and lakes encompassing the vast fields inspired awe even in the roughest of hearts. Parking lots, multicolored by the cars parked in an organised manner formed a sort of unplanned harmony against the green around it. Everything was different from how it was back home. Very different.
And that’s when I realized that the ‘A‘ in Architecture represents the Awe it brings with it.
Hey everyone, it’s been too long. And in these past few months, I realized that even though you guys know me, you still barely know me. So today, I will talk about myself because I am a very self obsessed girl. OK I’m just kidding. So here it starts. 3.14: The Journey.
I was born in a very conservative town to a very conservative family. However, I never realized how conservative my family truly was until just recently. Despite how my life has been portrayed on this blog, my life, to be honest, has always been equivalent to that of a princess. A huge privilege according to many but it got old real soon. Pampering extended over a long period of time sometimes gets a bit too.. suffocating.
Growing up, all I ever wanted to do was make my father proud. And my mother. And my family. But life doesn’t always like to see you take the easy route. I fell in love with a guy who belonged to the “enemy clan”. After that, my life turned upside down. Love can do that to you. Within a few months, I began questioning everything I believed in, slowly rebelling against my parents and family. It was all in vain. Because traditions don’t change and no matter what I did, I was and will always be bound by familial elitism.
Anyway, I’m on vacation now and on my way to The U.S.. I’m hoping to write about the things there that inspire me and make me awestruck. Hope you enjoy this change in writing and that it’ll be a fresh change in our journey together.
Hello everyone. I’ve been on hiatus for a while now and it’s because I’ve been extremely busy and drowning in work. I’m really sorry for not updating my blog for the past few weeks. I will only be continuing writing from June 2 i.e. when my vacations begin. So until then, take care and stay happy guys!
Loads of love
Let the rain drops fall
Upon your life yet again
And devour all woes.
Please do read: 3.14 & Greek God: Day 1
I met my Greek God early the next morning for breakfast. After around 2 hours of talking and eating, we headed off to a friend’s place to relax. When you’re in a long distance relationship, you get so used to telling your S.O. about every little thing in your life. So much so, that even when you are together, words seem like a better means of romance than actual physical contact. Although physical contact is an amazing experience on its own, pair it up with words from your heart and I assure you, you will stumble upon a whole new world of easy romance.
We spend our life being afraid of saying the wrong thing. Being afraid that we may lose a loved one over a few wrong words. Amidst this fear, we forget the importance of saying even the right things. Words are just as important to people as is touch. Without proper appreciation, encouragement and love, we tend to wither away. I’ve seen a lot of people shy away from letting their special someone know how much they mean to them. I never understood why they found it so hard. As I’ve said before, vulnerability is not a bad thing. Especially when it’s someone who knows your value.
My Greek God has always managed to surprise me with his limitless patience and understanding. And even on that day, he did it again. We were running out of cash for the hotel. As a student who doesn’t have a part time job, it gets pretty hard to save enough money. And my Greek God understood this. Even though I tried convincing him that I would somehow manage, he was adamant on checking out of the hotel. And finally I agreed. Because I can almost never say no to my Greek God. We scoured the internet to find a cheaper place to stay at but it was all in vain. Finally, one of my friend’s came to my rescue and offered Greek God a place to stay. It’s in moments like these, that I feel bad for making him adjust so much. Moments where we’re helpless because of lack of money, makes me realize why I need to work hard and earn. Because money isn’t everything but it isn’t nothing either. And when you’re short on money, that’s when you realize that love can’t get you everything.
Anyway, moving on from money matters, we watched 2 movies that day. And in the course of watching these movies, I realized that despite a few differences, Greek God and I are very similar in a lot of things. He is very emotional when it comes to our relationship and he has no reservations whatsoever when it comes to appreciating me and loving me for who I am. And for that matter, so am I. I don’t mind sacrificing my happiness for the sake of someone I love and care for. And I will go to the ends of the earth in order to make someone happy. I realized that somehow, 3.5 years back, my teenage self, figured out that this boy was perfect for me. That in the long run, despite the struggles we’ll have to go through to be together, it will all be worth it because He is the one.
The movies went on till late night after which I had to get back to my dorm. My Greek God dropped me off before heading to my friend’s place. We parted our ways for the day but inside, we were already preparing ourselves for the beautiful day ahead of us. With a smile on our faces, we walked away as individuals, waiting desperately to be together again.
To be continued…
Forgive me for not being prompt at posting on my blog. My personal life has been very hectic for the past 2 weeks and my studies are slowly starting to get to me. I will certainly try harder to be more disciplined at posting on this blog.
To all those who have visited my blog before, and are still visiting, Thank you! You certainly mean a lot to me and I’m grateful to you for giving me a chance to show you a glimpse of my life.
To those visiting for the first time, I hope you enjoy my blog and that it makes you happy or inspires you in some way or the other and makes you want to visit again.
Loads of love,
Never in my life did I imagine that someone’s arms will feel like home. But these past few days, my life has been going along a road where everything I overlooked about my Greek God suddenly dawned on me and made me realize how lucky I am to have found my Greek God.
I met my Greek God after about a month. I know, a month doesn’t seem like a long time but honestly, it is a very, very long time when you’re actually experiencing it. His first day here, we spent the whole day in the hotel room, catching up on lost time and romance. There is nothing better than being able to fall asleep in the arms of the person you love. To feel their arms around you as you slowly drift into the world of dreams, trusting them to keep you safe and feeling their warmth as you slip into a deep slumber. I never imagined that I’d ever feel comfortable being so vulnerable with anyone but, my Greek God made me realize that it’s all worth it. That vulnerability isn’t something that makes you weak, but rather, makes you strong. By opening up my heart to Greek God, I was introduced to a new world where small things mattered and were cherished and love was limitless.
We spent our day together, nibbling on cheese sandwiches as we gossiped and talked about our routine lives. Our boring day to day lives suddenly captured a new light as we reconnected as though the distance never existed in the first place. As we recounted our lives, we also revelled in our memories. Memories of when we first chose to study in universities in different cities. Memories of how at the time, it didn’t seem to matter. Memories of the first time that he came to meet me. Memories of the first time we kissed! Memories, they are such a wonderful thing. They made me realize how much we have grown, individually and as one. They made me realize that despite the flaws in our relationship, despite our differences, it’s almost like we are meant to be. And they made me realize that life can be beautiful, if only you give it a chance.
We spent the whole day making more and more memories. Capturing the moments in pictures and laughs and happy tears, we embraced our weirdness as we made the world our own. And as the end of the day got closer, our hugs grew tighter and kisses longer as we both realized that time was not waiting for us. But that didn’t matter because as long as we were together, we’d make every little moment count and we did, as we ended our day, hand in hand, awaiting the next.