So Hubby and I went for a long 10-day vacation to the cold desert of Ladakh, a trip we have been planning since the beginning of our courtship. It was mindblowing! Truly exhausting however. The climate is really chilly, with cold cold biting winds nipping your nose all the while. The nose crusts and bleeds, it is difficult to walk and talk at the same time and there were 3 additional road trips in between in order to see the other more beautiful lakes and valleys. which were a part of the district.
It was easily the most beautiful place I've ever seen bar none. There was a certain peace of mind to be had from gazing at the milky way and the millions of stars shining brightly every night. Clear blue skies, nearly no pollution, polite and well mannered people around us. A bit of shopping. IT was actually my hubby's Happy Birthday and this year much as I racked my brains to think of a way to make it special I could not!
This was the only thing that came to mind and He wanted a road trip but due to ongoing tensions in Srinagar (en route) it was inadvisable so we flew back and forth. We were on a lot of medicines to prevent acute mountain sickness which has claimed to ruin many a trip. We beat that for sure but first I had a terrible cold and on the last two days of the trip hubby caught the flu. I tell you, the pleasure and peace I saw on His face made the difficult parts of the trip all right and totally worth it.
Still recovering. No running, no workout, just taking our dog for his twice a day rounds and a bit of regular minimal housework. No energy no stamina. It feels like the exhaustion has settled into my bones and refuses to leave. Plus Diwali is coming and I need to get started on deep cleaning the house. It is the main part. Usually each year I cook a lot of delicacies, sweet and savoury, to celebrate but this year I wont. Mainly because I want to prepare for the 6K race (Airtel one is out as we missed the registration, but there are others) and I need to workout properly for it. I am determined. The end of this year is my weight loss target and for a change I plan to go home to my folks place in dubai for my birthday. My dad has graciously promised me a whole new wardrobes so I'm just going to land there with some empty suitcases. I can't wait. It has been over a decade since I've celebrated my birthday at home with my parents. I can't wait!
There was a day in Ladakh, when looking at the barren but painted landscape, nearly towards the end of the trip that I wept quietly. Of course hubby saw and asked me what was wrong but I didn't tell him. What could I say and how would he take it? would he understand? That I almost didn't want to go back home because I was fine here with no cell reception, cut off from the world, it's judgements, expectations and so forth. I was so anxious when we boarded the flight home because voila I would get cell reception again and I just didn't want it. I did not want someone counting how often I called or visited. Or comparing with other people they know who call their relative more frequently and visit often. The fact is, when people silently judge you, these judgements sooner or later have a way of becoming known. And someone like me doesn't expect judgements from the people she loved. And then I just get stunned. And then the wall builds up around me because it feels better to guard my thoughts. Only trouble with that is that I am also no good at small talk.
Oh well.
It was easily the most beautiful place I've ever seen bar none. There was a certain peace of mind to be had from gazing at the milky way and the millions of stars shining brightly every night. Clear blue skies, nearly no pollution, polite and well mannered people around us. A bit of shopping. IT was actually my hubby's Happy Birthday and this year much as I racked my brains to think of a way to make it special I could not!
This was the only thing that came to mind and He wanted a road trip but due to ongoing tensions in Srinagar (en route) it was inadvisable so we flew back and forth. We were on a lot of medicines to prevent acute mountain sickness which has claimed to ruin many a trip. We beat that for sure but first I had a terrible cold and on the last two days of the trip hubby caught the flu. I tell you, the pleasure and peace I saw on His face made the difficult parts of the trip all right and totally worth it.
Still recovering. No running, no workout, just taking our dog for his twice a day rounds and a bit of regular minimal housework. No energy no stamina. It feels like the exhaustion has settled into my bones and refuses to leave. Plus Diwali is coming and I need to get started on deep cleaning the house. It is the main part. Usually each year I cook a lot of delicacies, sweet and savoury, to celebrate but this year I wont. Mainly because I want to prepare for the 6K race (Airtel one is out as we missed the registration, but there are others) and I need to workout properly for it. I am determined. The end of this year is my weight loss target and for a change I plan to go home to my folks place in dubai for my birthday. My dad has graciously promised me a whole new wardrobes so I'm just going to land there with some empty suitcases. I can't wait. It has been over a decade since I've celebrated my birthday at home with my parents. I can't wait!
There was a day in Ladakh, when looking at the barren but painted landscape, nearly towards the end of the trip that I wept quietly. Of course hubby saw and asked me what was wrong but I didn't tell him. What could I say and how would he take it? would he understand? That I almost didn't want to go back home because I was fine here with no cell reception, cut off from the world, it's judgements, expectations and so forth. I was so anxious when we boarded the flight home because voila I would get cell reception again and I just didn't want it. I did not want someone counting how often I called or visited. Or comparing with other people they know who call their relative more frequently and visit often. The fact is, when people silently judge you, these judgements sooner or later have a way of becoming known. And someone like me doesn't expect judgements from the people she loved. And then I just get stunned. And then the wall builds up around me because it feels better to guard my thoughts. Only trouble with that is that I am also no good at small talk.
Oh well.
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