Short Travel

I walked.

I walked just to see where my feet would take me.

It took me first to a coffee shop (why am i not surprised?). But instead of ordering the same delightful fix, I opted for the less caffeine, no, far from caffeine -filled drink. I chose something refreshing to beat the nasty heat of the non-summer afternoon.

I captioned this one : contemplating next life decisions. Which was what I really was doing these days. Seating with the cup and yes, reading the kindle, I mentally listed things I needed to do in the coming hour, and then tomorrow. I called in a few inquiries for some errands, settled some that needed immediate settling. I also decided to let go of the thought of stress-buying some new gadget. Putting a reign on some impulsive stress-related expenditure really draws a whole lot of adulting energy, eh? I called a doctor's office for some appointment for tomorrow to which I was told they were on a first-come-first-served tomorrow. So it seems at least half of my day tomorrow will be spent in queue for a checkup.

Tomorrow settled, I went back to my today. Thinking and rethinking and simulating more conversations that I may need to anticipate and then deciding on which items I drew out a career-related inquiry to send out a chat to or an email to respective resources.

Then I walked. Again. There was a Christmas program being set up and I heard the violin and the drums testing their sounds. I was interested to stay in and wait for when they start the program but I needed a cooler place to stay again. And then I found myself in front of these:

And from seeing them, I found it wonderful and amazing how in these one shelf of bounded papers lie all different types of stories coming from different author's thought bubbles, mostly inspired by every day realities and yet none of these (save for those same-titled and same-authored) tell the same story!

I am scared now.

All of them calling out to me, too.

"Read me," they all say.

Imaginary hands are reaching out to me.

Everything even those that were laid out on the tables are reaching out to me.

Every single one inviting me to travel, retrace the footsteps of each author's thoughts and imaginations - the real and their made-up world intertwined!

Magical traveling awaits...

... and yet I am drawn to that small reality that I am an adult.

And I have to be rational with my spending.

So I guess the wisest thing to do now is to ...

"Turn away." You might say.

Nah. I am more inclined to looking for one of these without a cover and I might sit on the wooden floor to dive into that world.

Where did my feet take me?

... to a thousand options of traveling - the cheapest possible kind.

Welcome to my world where my feet occasionally takes me places I should not be. My pocket's protests get drowned while my feet is excitedly trudging the pavement towards here. Oh, well. And then my hungry brain and imagination is also joining in madly picking one or two.

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