I’ve had some pretty good adventures. I’ve made a few trips, walked more than few miles, and even pulled some good ol’ all-nighters.
And all along, one pair has been with me. One pair that’s seen all I’ve seen, and been everywhere I’ve been. My partners, my sole mates.
I’m still hungover from my not-so-recent (anymore) trip to Sikkim. And it’s not so surprising that this week’s prompt reminded me the earthly curves I saw from above.
We don’t often realise, but the world isn’t as corrupt as we think it is. Sure, there’s a lot of cheap politicians, crappy streets, smelly alleys, unclean water, and even contaminated minds.
But there’s also beauty. There’s clean and detoxing air. We just have to look in the right places for purity. Like the sky through an aeroplane window.
I see myself falling in love with great wine. It’s extraordinary that no two wines are the same. I love the mystery that each bottle contains, there’s such mild taste difference that even a day or two means a great deal. I’m still a novice in the area, but even I know how much the wine’s age matters.
Over the years, I’ve fallen in and out of love with so many things, so many times. But no matter what I declared my love to, I always came back to came back to tea and biscuits.
Something about that pair, something about the way the biscuit crumbles in my mouth and the tea washes down all my problems, along with the biscuit’s buttery remains — it’s my one true love.
The Chaos Within 