Silence ….. The language of LOVE

When the 20-seater tiny plane took round trip over the Atlantic ocean, I felt a new excitement. This was not new for me. After landing to every new piece of land on the world map, I used to feel same excitement. After selling all my belongings and leaving behind some part of my saving for rainy day, I have left to follow my passion – to explore beautiful places in world, without living steadily at one location. NOMADIC, they call the life I am living. And believe me, so many people are envious to me. Yes, I am living a life of my dreams while hiding my real dream in my heart safely.


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After landing in Guanaja in Honduras, Central America, when I took first breath of that fresh air, that half rainbow in sky was welcoming and I wanted to jump. After numerous efforts of my family to stop me to visit Honduras, as it is considered as mysterious part of world. But I was determined as usual, to follow my passion. And after experiencing the first beauty of Guanaja, when I came to know that the capital town of Guanaja, Bonaccl was built on stilts on the water, I thanked myself for the decision, I made. After settling into that small boat, I reached to my host, a Caribbean family. The villa built with local pinewood and decorated with local art pieces, I was amazed. After initial brief talk with the host and having coconut rum, I felt to have some rest. The host guided me to the guest room and I thanked them in German and headed inside room. And what did I see in the room?


The room was nicely arranged and decorated with art pieces but one of the wall attracted my attention. The wall had a handmade drawing of a couple, dancing together, breath to breath. I was astonished and the drawing was successful in visiting me, my past life, when I did the same dance, yes that breath to breath dance, with love of my life and dreamt to be with him forever. Who knew I would be a nomadic instead of lovely wife of handsome husband. Tears rolled down automatically from my eyes and still, at the age of 29, I have not learned how to control the emotions of eyes. I sat on the extra rectangular bed and closed my eyes but could not feel any comfort. I went to window and saw that blue water of Atlantic and felt more sad.


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How beautiful life would have been, if he could have been with me, I thought to myself, just to make myself more sad. I came to the bed again and laid down. And while the natural beauty was around, I dived into the lane of memories …

To be continued …..


What if the pain persists ….

What if that pain in heart never goes … … …

Scream for every time

Cry for sometime

Die for one time

But before dying

Convince that pain

To be reason for achievement

And not for sufferings

Stare at it

Face it

And ultimately

Live it

Live it bravely

Make it your smile

And see how beautiful it looks … … …



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