Vacation time

Do you know that feeling you get at the beginning of the annual two-week vacation?

Well, that’s exactly what I feel today!!!

Abandoned joy, happy anticipation, uninhibited enthusiasm for life. All of these and more!

Its strange how I don’t ever rise above smiling acceptance through the year. And then, suddenly, around the corner I see that vacation. That special fortnight when I switch off from the entire world and devote time to myself.

That ultimate form of rejuvenation – solitude – that will keep me afloat for the rest of the year.

And my heart jumps as if an electric current has suddenly coursed through it. I suddenly don’t need a caffeine induced high to navigate the day. And before I know it, lo and behold, here I am. The first day of my vacation!

I have the ultimate hide-out for my annual vacation – a small farm house I bought myself a few years back. A tiny house with a pocket-handkerchief vegetable garden on the edge of a deep, quiet patch of woods. Long walks in quiet, sun-dappled greenery, hours of contemplating the tiny rivulet that valiantly fights its way through the vast undergrowth, endless hours gazing at the star-studded sky, wondering what it would be to live there, in that endless space, far away from the world.

The vacation ends, as it must. But the peace, happiness that it generated, doesn’t. I take it into the next year, confident that it will last me until the next vacation.