When what you want is not what you need.
Stuck in my head. Coldplay. Sometimes some lyrics find their way into your head and then, then they settle in. Unsettling.
This is my favorite road in Rawalpindi. And this, is my favorite milestone. I always look at it when I cross this road, when I travel through here or drive or whatever. It makes all those kilometers look like they can be conquered. They can be reached. I like how Delhi is close. How Karachi is further South. How far South-West Quetta is. And then there’s Amritsar…
Hello brother. You’re missed.
This is one of the family trips in Khyber some years ago. Now we are all busy in projects and stupid homework. Okay, homework’s not stupid but I miss the being-stupid and carefree time we had. Getting up late on weekends and being goofy. Doing nothing but still having so much fun. Being reprimanded by him for being soooo stuuupid and roaring with laughter at the silliest of things.
The sadness will last forever
Vincent Van Gogh
I dedicate these series of posts to things that get etched to the back of your head, that resonate in the dead of the night, or echo in your empty hallways; words that -
Come for a little ride.
There is an Ode To Quetta that I have wanted to write for a long time now. It’s my inability to truly express my fondness for this city. The city of amazing skies, towering mountains, bustling bazaars, diverse fruit and food and warm people. This is the city that I can not forget. This is the city that is fresh in my mind always, like it was yesterday that I was right here, with my brother on a weekend, on our bicycles to reach that base of the mountain you see in this photograph, and be back home before sunset. A hundred more things that I could say and not fully do justice to what this city is for me and so many more lives.
But more than this, and more than anything, I hope, the blood that is stained on her roads of innocent men and women by ruthless murderers stops now and forever. I hope those horrors do not have to be relived by anyone, anymore. I hope this city is remembered not for barbaric attacks but for peace. And I hope that the last memory that anyone has of this city is not of blood or loss of humanity but of life.
Virginia Hiking: Rain
It might seem severely disappointing to step off a train into the pouring rain, you know? A weekend full of being outside planned, an eighteen hour train ride, but here I am stepping off the train with a huge smile like an idiot. In that moment, rain means a lot of things. Rain means no snow. Rain means no ice. Rain means it’s literally 50˚ warmer here. Believe me, I’m cool with getting wet.
Like I said in my last post, I grew up in a cabin in Manassas, VA, but the area I grew up has changed radically from when I was in grade school to today, and is now just another part of D.C.’s suburban sprawl. This doesn’t sit too well with my country-livin’ folks, so they’ve moved progressively west to stay away from it all. I’ve got no problem with that, as they’re moving further into the hills and where all the state and national parks are!
So, the first morning back home, a trip was made out through George Washington National Forest. A lot of careful footing on wet rocks and scrawling across muddy hillsides, while not activities I’ve done in recent years, come second nature to me despite being twice as tall and much more swole, bro. Feet are still just as huge as they were when I was a kid though. That night, while my clothes were hung up to dry, I fell asleep curled up on the floor next to the wood stove with the dog by my side. The vague familiarity of other stoves, dogs, and floors is hard to ignore.
This photo-set is all that took me to awfully miss the road again. I feel a serious set of wanderlust-blues are going to hit me any moment now. Beautiful photos and what a journey.
I woke up this morning and I had this song in my head.
“It was just my imagination…” by The Cranberries.
And I have imagined this, this hut somewhere in the back of my head and today, I see it in my news-feed. I think I am going to hash-tag this post with life.