Spilling Dreams

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[A special occasion calls for special ways of celebrations. But isn’t the new year already 5 days ‘old’? So, you might be wondering what the special occasion today is. Today, this post marks the 100th post on ‘At the Crossroads’ – A milestone that has taken over 4 years for completion. It has been a very slow but steady progress (courtesy my creator who often made up excuses like writer’s block or pretended to be too busy in studies or work).  So, I decided to contact an awesome person (revealed at the end of this post) to do the honors for helping me reach this milestone. Don’t scroll down, sit back and enjoy reading this wonderful post.]

As soon as I stepped out of the car I knew these were going to be the best moments of my life. It was already night and after a ten-hour journey I was still bursting with excitement. I didn’t feel like going to my hotel to rest for the night, I was already picturing myself out on the beaches splashing water here and there all filmy style.

I wanted to run, to spread my arms wide and scream on the top of my lungs.

I felt filled with happiness to the brim and one more spoon of it would make me blast.

I just couldn’t stop smiling.

Consoling myself how I had a week to explore and carry on with my eagerly awaited expeditions, I went to my hotel room a bit disappointed. Once inside my room I kept the luggage on the floor and sprawled on the bed. A happy sigh escaped my lips.

“Finally” “Oh great. Now I am talking to myself”  I said. I indeed was. I sat straight up and did my own yay-dance. I was that happy. A childhood dream. GOA. I was finally here. I felt on top of the world. Like this was all I needed in life.

Among all the talking-to-self sessions I heard loud music blaring in my room through the windows. I hopped towards the window to look out for the source.

And as the brochures had promised I saw a full-fledged view of the beach. A beach with an awesome party going on.

The reasons I could tell it was awesome were : 1. It was a costume party and I had never been to a costume party before. Had only watched them on the television and day dreamed of going to one. 2. I just witnessed a cute guy going into the party.

Reasons enough to stop fussing over being tired and rush downstairs. I almost half ran to open my luggage. Going over all the clothes in view I finally found the dress I had been looking for.

“Perfect” I said to myself. I knew this wasn’t a chance I may get again and I had to take full advantage of it. Lay in my hands was the shortest white dress you could find.  I hastily dressed into it, searched for my hair curler, did the almost perfect job on my hair, put on every piece of makeup I could get my hands on and wore a cute little white cap with a red plus sign on it. With the perfect line of cleavage, blood-red piercing heels and a lush red lipstick to match, ‘The sexy nurse’ was ready.

Taking a last look into the mirror I rushed downstairs.

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After what felt like a whole day of dancing, drinking, eating and dancing with random strangers I needed a break. I started walking towards the bar when suddenly I spotted ‘the cute guy’. I looked at him but finding him staring back at me, I blushed and continued walking. I sat at the first vacant spot I could find when ‘the cute guy’ came and stood next to me ordering the bartender to put up drinks for the both of us. ‘So, here to spend your new year?’ he asked. With that cutest smile that went all the way to his dimples it seemed almost impossible to pay attention to what he was saying. “Uhhmm” I said which seemed like the universal answer for whatever he might have asked and looking like a dumbass totally speechless by his presence I decided to look away. He suddenly grabbed my arm. My heart just skipped a beat. He lowered his head towards mine and my heart raced. My eyes dodged in every direction. His face was getting closer. I concentrated on slowing down my pounding heart as I was pretty sure he could hear it. And suddenly his warm lips touched mine.

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“What are you doing?” shouted my mother. “Why is the pillow on your face?”

Pushing away the pillow off my face and realizing how pathetically I was kissing a pillow suddenly embarrassed me.

“Wow Tisha that was fast. Even for a dream. Pehli baar mile nahi ki kiss? Stop watching English movies so much” I cursed myself. Needless to say I was talking to myself again. But this conversation was just in my head. I smiled to myself.

And then reality hit me. Goa? Yeah right. 

Asking parents this is what you get:

If your Dad agrees we ll all go.

You can go with your cousins if you take your brother along.

You can travel with your friends if there is another girl in the group.

If you want to travel afar, marry. Go with your husband wherever you want to.

Every reply contains an if that directly means a NO for solo traveling. 

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India has never been about solo traveling for girls. And the foreign women who come here to travel alone are purely upon personal risk.

In India if you manage to travel solo people will be more surprised at you surviving it and coming back home in one piece than anything else.

Maybe this will change someday, but I don’t see it anytime soon.

[The honors were done by Nia Charms, who has a multifaceted personality which shall be revealed to you when you go through her blog.  Sometimes, she makes you laugh so hard that you forget the sadness in your life, sometimes she makes you ponder how come such a young writer could write so maturely and at times, she just makes you relate to her life as your own.  Do stalk her blog, her Facebook page and her twitter account for your daily dose of craziness.]

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