Connecting Dots || And then there was the loony weather. We were approaching the island on a boat. It was raining, but the sun was out. From the deck I could catch a few glimpses of the island. White sand and crystal blue glistening waters. Throughout the two hour long boat ride I was sitting on the deck with my best friend. We weren’t speaking, but it seemed like the most synchronized conversation we’d had in ages. It was peaceful and I was happy to be sharing the experience with her. The air was the freshest I had breathed in more than a year, the waters were calm, we were lucky to spot dolphins in the sea (things that people actually pay to do), and we were surrounded by volcanoes on three sides. It was straight out of that calendar photograph that graces the month of April, reminding you that summer is around the corner. In other words, perfect. Step into my head and it was far from the picture I have painted for you. If my mind were a digital camera, this photograph would’ve been ruined by too much noise. One afternoon on the island, I happened to find myself almost alone on the most beautiful strip of beach on the island. I didn’t need anything or anyone. In those few hours, I could verbalise everything in my head with a lot of clarity and flair. My mind found the dots to connect and the isolation it needed to do so. I was one with the sea. So much so that my mind was photo-shopping the odd human being and the odd boat out of my vision. After four days on the tiny tropical island and having met some incredible people along the way, it was time to leave. Back on another boat, I was back with my best friend on the deck. There was music on the boat disturbed only by sound of the waves and the occasional shrill calls to ask for beer from the other end of the deck. Everyone leaving the island seemed happy and calm, as did I. ‘Wonderwall’ starts to play, and everyone on the boat starts humming to the song. The hums become actual singing as the song progresses. People have let their guards down and allowed their instincts to take over. To me, Gili Trawangan was supposed to be those 4 days of my life where I forget. But I came back with something better – perspective. A lot of things will remain unresolved in our lives, a lot of people will act in ways that our minds can’t comprehend and several times you will surprise yourself with the way you behave. But calming the stormy seas in your head and building up the resilience to stick to my guns and following through my goals, that’s something I didn’t intend to come back with. We all need to find our beach. I had to travel to an island 6000 kilmeters away to find mine. But I’ve brought it back with me, and hopefully I won’t let my mind destroy it. Happy New Year to me! You know, it always isn’t about disconnecting yourself from the world. In fact, quite the opposite :) || Theme: Trips Trip: Gili Trawangan, Indonesia Gypsy: Leeneshwari Makhijani
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 07:05:18 +0000
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