I’m truly overwhelmed with all the support that I have received for my last post and here’s a big shout-out to all the bloggers who reached out. It’s heartening to know that people still care — even if I never ‘actually’ met them. I didn’t realize that my post would garner such a reaction. I’m pleasantly surprised. And although, the doubts still remain, the despondency has since passed.
That brings me to the theme of this week’s photo challenge. The more we travel, exploring diverse cultures and geographies, the more I see, how we’ve evolved as a collective whole. Beneath our rigid cultural and socio-ecomomic makeup, and underneath the cloaks of deception and prejudice; we’re all pretty much the same. We share the same fears and doubts. We fight similar battles. And our existence depends on the same needs: Hunger, Love, and Home.
“The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.”
Skip a meal — it becomes a diet. Skip two — it turns into hunger. I don’t perform well without a decent meal in my stomach. My brain stops working, I get irritable, and make mistakes. Come to think of it, whenever you visit a new place, one of the first few smells you’d encounter — will be of food. While traveling, I always ensure there’s something to eat in my backpack. I know very few people who can truly control their hunger. Unfortunately for me, Basil is one of them.
“You can’t blame gravity for falling in love.”
What we’d do without love? I find it hard to imagine. Is it more important than hunger? I have my doubts. But then, I could be wrong. Often, popular movies and literature tend to romanticize the notion of love. And once you put ‘love’ into a slot; you’re going to kill anything else that falls out of that slot. I believe in good friendships to be a marker of love. If you can share anything with a friend — love won’t be far away.
“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are
and not be questioned.”
When I’m really scared, and I mean really scared, on a trip, the only thought that comforts me is that of my bed. For me, it’s the safest place in the world. I tuck my head under my pillow and the weight of the world lifts off my shoulders. I’m careful not to use the ‘ostrich’ technique for too long though. After all, tomorrow, I’d have to face my fears again. But the security of a good sleep helps me think straight and increases the chances of making the odds even.
Honestly, I’m a bit skeptical. The concept of One love seems like a distant dream. It’s one thing to get high on lofty ideas and it’s another matter — when you see wars being fought, children becoming victims of bad decisions, and discrimination becoming rampant with each passing day. However, there is a tiny glimmer of hope in the darkness of prejudice. With more people crossing chalk borders and the globe shrinking in size, someday, it will dawn upon us that our similarities outweigh our differences. In the larger scheme of things, there’s something that makes us tick together. And there’s only one way we’d survive — Together.