Every book is an insight into someone’s soul, a lifetime of discovery condensed into an easily digestible format. Yet not all books are created equal. Most books touch you but very few can be termed as profound. One such profound book that I read recently was Quiet: The power of introverts by Susan Cain. It touched something inside me and turned a life knob or something. I see the world very differently after having read this book.
Take a moment and imagine some of the things we do every day: speak up, speak out, push back, write about achievements, advertise our work, evangelize things we believe one. There is a common thread that binds all these behaviors: they are all extrovert behaviors to a certain degree.
I was quiet, I once was
Long before the darkness descended
A stream of water I was
Flowing down a small green hill
I was full of life
Of beings alive and not
I gently continued my path down
This little green hill of mine
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The last week of this vacation was upon me. As difficult had I found it to come, it was now equally difficult to think about leaving. I was at the border town of Aranyaprathet in Thailand and planning to get to Cambodia today. I had long been waiting to see Angkor Wat. With that intention in mind, I started early hoping to reach early. I checked-out and found no one at reception. So I just left the key at the door and got a tuk-tuk for 50 THB to the border.
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It had been almost 2 weeks in this wonderful (not unknown anymore) country. Every second seems to be getting me closer towards the end than to the start now. It was a weird feeling. To have started this trip off in worry, it was surprising I was more worried about the fact that trip going to end soon. Anyhow I was still in Chiang Rai and had a morning bus. I didnt have much to do so I just whiled away my time sleeping since and finding food. It almost felt like I was a hunter-gatherer when I had to go in search of some food that I would not mind eating.
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Another morning in the foreign land. It was my last day in Chiang Mai. I had to wake up early to return the motorcycle. The morning cool enticed me into a leisure bike ride around the square walls of Tapae. I returned the bike and walked back to the hotel. I had a calm, relaxed breakfast alone with my thoughts. I had sort of figured out to go up and see Golden Triangle area perhaps. To get there I needed to get to Mae Sai.
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I was in Thailand, in Chiang Mai city, and I was traveling alone and I had lasted much longer than I had anticipated. It had been 10 days since I landed and things were getting better and better each day. For some reason getting up early had become the norm since there was so much to do and so many places to go and so little time here. 3 weeks seemed a short period now to experience all that you could.
I wrote a poem more than a year back called And there she stood . I still feel it to be the best thing i ever wrote. So just tried to continue from there. Maybe this is as good, though i am not sure!
I stand here again
Back to this place here, where
A few months ago she had stood
The faint smile and half words
My knees weaken, so does my soul
If only i could return
To that sweet moment in the past
And see that smile again
I finally watched Before Sunrise, a movie from 1995. More so, due to some constant banter about the same from the guy next door. And well, apart from being a love story, it is also a continuous story.
One of the dialogues of the movie goes something like this, “Some thousands of years ago, there were only few thousands of humans. Now there are close to 6 billion of us. If each one of us has a soul, then where did these extra billions souls come from. If you come to think of us, each one soul has now been broken into thousands of pieces. And we are but a tiny fraction of original soul” Continue reading
We were but a single soul
Fluttering away, to a world so high
Up and Up and Higher we went
Until, at last, the end was nigh
I could hear your heart beating in me
I could listen your speaking with mine
And yet the thoughts were, but distant
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