The Day In Spain

“Aargh!! That hurts”, said my very beautiful girl when hit by a tomato, maybe hard. And she’s all red today, red as a tomato, and why be not, we’re in the most joyous and celebrated event one can ever be, the La –Tomatina festival in Buinol, Spain.
It was just Friday, that we flew to this wonderful country, managing a week’s leave from the filthy Delhi traffic, with chunks of disturbing news every now and then.
To enjoy a feast at the best, more than the mood and the setting, you have to have some like-minded encouraging company.And I couldn’t find someone so close and nice, than the one herself, mine in fact. Who always manages the fire within, be alive and the spirits high.Without a doubt, the best counterpart one can have.
So, plans made and off we go, a day in the capital, and then to the annual affair, La Tomatina, where it’s tonnes and tonnes of red,ripe tomatoes and music all around.
People of gender both, ages all and nations umpteen, are all engrossed into that one feeling, to let all go, and be in the moment.
The one fired yesterday, or the one been betrayed ,maybe in family or love or the one to have fun. No matter what, life goes on, and when it says fun, it’s fun.
The beautiful sight of thousands around on a glossy, sunny day,with tomatoes on thy skin, and no worry of the silky hair, touch of the body or some expensive wear, pleases the most. And it’s always enthralling to be a part when there’s so much merriment and optimism around.
Ohh and yes!!! I plan proposing her after this for us two to get one, to live lives together and face it’s hardships, and let this be for the wild blue yonder.
Will it work out,will it? A yes? A no? Well, let that rest.
Grab a tomato, squash and throw!! Why can’t life be this good and simple, as this day at the festival.Why can’t we be worryless, happy enough that the luring of money can do no good.
For a good day at the end, I chose, I chose things never interesting enough, a conventional career choice, though not my love.And those heavy books of the then extra, now useless subjects. I read them all, and as it goes, they gave me the necessary food and shelter, but not the happiness, I would’ve died for.
To modify my choices everytime, suiting to what the world likes, has been the story so far.
And now that I come to a different country, I see people not super successful, not working all the time as and on machines, and yet are contended.
Chill out people, millions don’t follow your grave, memories do. Have somebody who you love, and who loves you back, like the one who’s here with me.
Signing off, in hope of a better year.
Cheers..