Six Places, what to write about? About some real, amazing, breathtaking, and mesmerizing places that I have been to or been dreaming about all through my life (Nah, I don’t have any such places if I have to be truthful to you. I don't dream about places, instead I only dream about people :-)).
I always admire places, any places for that matter. When I saw the film - Roja, I wanted to travel to Kashmir. When I heard about the Leaning Tower of Pisa for the first time, I wanted to go there (and check if whatever I had heard/read is true or not). Then later, when I heard my friend’s imaginary love story, I wanted to visit Shimla. And so goes the list, on and on. It only gets added up every day as I get to know more about different places.
From doing a quick scan of the places in my mind, I polished up my idea not to give importance to some locality, such as town or city; I would rather indite some placeshere. My conscience asks me to give equal preference to Love and Hate this time. So here are the three places where I would love to spend my time and three more that I hate to be in.
LOVE first, as always:
- Beach – A place where I would be serene and chilled out irrespective of the pain or joy that I had before. Almost everyone in this world likes the beach, or in other words, no one hates it. It’s that each one of them likes it for various reasons. I like it for the calmness I feel when I spend my time there.
- Park – A place where I always loved to spend my time at. No matter if I’m alone or not. I simply love, love, love, and love being there. An added note, I penned my second story sitting in a park. The ‘joyful’ children, the ‘walking’ old men and women, the ‘jogging’ youths, some ‘nature-loving’ souls, and more importantly, an almost eco-friendly environment are some of the things that make me feel good about the park.
- Terrace (with my headphones on) – Different people have different places where they feel their soul, genuinely feel the existence of it. I do have many, but there is only one place where my soul feels me, the real me, and that is the terrace. Whatever it may be – my downtime or my happiest time – if it’s late night when the moon shows up with its cheesy grin (It’s just an added flavor. The Moon not showing up would also do!), I like be at the terrace, and wander around with my favorite tracks playing in my ears. Eventually, whenever that happens, I would walk down to my room completely rejuvenated.
HATE:
- Smoking Point – The only place I hate in a theatre (of course, apart from the untidy toilets) simply because I hate SMOKING. Invariably, I hate the concept of having a separate ‘Smoking Point or Smoking Zone or Smoking whatnot in a public place, that too when people have to cross it to go somewhere, say to the toilets! I hate this place not only in a theatre, but also everywhere that has this ‘smoking place’.
- Desert – “No water, No life”. I can’t live without water, neither can I in a complete hot weather. And for these reasons, I have hated this place, right from my lower classes. Luckily, I didn’t get a chance to be in a desert yet.
- Market – Any market, precisely, a fish market. Noise, quarrel, congested, and that’s enough for anyone to hate it, unless and of course, if you’re a lover of fish. I’m an exemption; I love only to eat them and not buy them [from the market].
A good end to start five foods tomorrow...
