We can’t jump off bridges anymore because our iPhones will get ruined. We can’t take skinny dips in the ocean because there’s no service on the beach and adventures aren’t real unless they’re on Instagram. Technology has doomed the spontaneity of adventure and we’re helping destroy it every time we Google, check-in, and hashtag.
This picture that my cousin shared this morning, of his dog wading in the creek behind their home in order to fetch a stick has got to one of the loveliest things I have received on my phone to date. How bizarre then that I stumbled upon this amazing quote on the same day.
The festival offered a lovely excuse for the girls and me to have colourful and yummy adventures in Comm street. I got to meet so many of the people I love over the festival days. N got back to town after being invited to speak at Stanford just in time to enjoy the festivities!!! and K has returned to NY.
The sound of firecrackers is slowly becoming lesser as the weekend comes to a close and it looks like even the most energetic Diwali enthusiasts seem to have finally gone to bed.
Scooby in the meantime seems to have missed the memo completely and is keeping the festive week excitement going at his apartment, at the cost of not wanting to face the reality of an early Monday tomorrow. His house party is still going full swing at 1 in the morning and he has the gall to ask me to come over now!!
Impromptu late night parties.
The parents, Scooby, the sil and me stayed awake till almost 2 in the morning killing two bottles of wine accompanied with trays full of fried fish. Ended the night of gluttony with jasmine rice and a dynamite lip-smacking curry. The food surprisingly turned out to be the perfect accompaniment to an evening filled with conversations that ran hot and cold through the course of the night.
When you are cut off from humanity and are deep in the lap of nature for a couple of days, there is a random urge to be in a cafe in the city having fun conversations. When you are caught in traffic you start hoping you were instead at the beach watching the waves. And on weekends like this, when you have been wading through a sea of colourful pictures, you wish to suddenly be amidst the riot of colours and celebrations at an Indian wedding.
Scooby’s wedding almost felt like a movie with quite a bit of background production. It’s apt I guess that the photographers have cut a “TRAILER” then 😉
Just being back in Coorg and walking through a coffee estate feels like a festival. I hope I get to see the vision my eyes feasted upon as a child tomorrow at dawn. Fingers crossed!