What is romantic?
A cup of coffee in the rain? or, a cone of ice cream in the rain? or, a cup of tea early morning? or, late night? Plain tea or masala tea? A train journey in India or, a flight to see Eiffel Tower in Paris? A cruise or, a motor-bike ride in Goa?
When i was a student, a cup of hot, frothy coffee made my study of literature more interesting by not only helping me concentrate but also by transporting me to the world of those English poets, or so i felt. Now i wonder, if it was really the coffeee or just my assumption that it did what i felt it did?? Coffee may still sound romantic, but a cup of hot tea in cold winters scores higher- the steam caressing your face like a warm blanket, the aroma, the thought that what you are drinking is full of antioxidants, or even the whole idea of tea being served in delicate China-ware or silver ware...
To tell someone that you went on a train journey this summer in India might sound oh-so-colonially-romantic but the truth is that unless the train in question was Royal Rajasthan on Wheels, all notions of romance attached to a train journey would have crashed, in all probability.
It is all in our mind, i think- the notions of romance. We imagine. And we attach our imaginations, good and bad, to something more physical like the Eiffel Tower or the cruise or the beach or even camping in the desert...or anything for that matter...the truth is, it is so easy to romanticise anything under the sun...
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These observations are my point of view of the life, as I see it. This blog does not intend to hurt, rationalise, judge, ridicule, or in any way offend anyone at all...it is only a way of sharing my own observations...so, please take it in the right spirit....thanks.