After The Wedding Party

The next morning when I woke up and went out of our room, I found people sleeping everywhere, on the beds, on the floor, on the porch and on the balcony. Food, drinks, clothes, and much more was spread wildly across the house. At some places people were sleeping encroaching on each other, sharing a limited piece of blanket to cover themselves. I only hoped that they knew with whom they had slept, else watching the shock on their face to discover a stranger next to them had been priceless. The last drop of water in the house was over and soon we started filling up the tank, pots and bottles. The food in the kitchen and entire fridge was empty. We knew that everyone would be waking up hungry after dancing all night long. Most of the people out of 100 had left at late night without our notice. There were around 40 people lying half-naked everywhere in the house, about to get up in search of food.

Cooking for that big group in a short time was difficult so we ordered 150 samosas from a nearby village, Darini, from Madhu's friend's shop. We asked her to send them to Salli through ongoing local buses. I went down to the market to collect the most wanted food. Soon everybody got up and they helped us clean the house as it was a complete mess. We all ate our breakfast and enjoyed masala chai in the sunshine. By noon most of the party people had left and a small group had decided to stay back and enjoy the beautiful nature around Freedom Valley. Avior and his group also stayed back. I would often watch those full of life Israelis singing and playing the guitar, sitting on the porch. They would be engrossed in their own world as if nothing else mattered. They would eat whatever we cooked without any fuss.

For them, life was a celebration of every moment. All they wanted was to live to the fullest. For a moment I wondered if their life was without a purpose. The depressive state I had experienced a few months back due to purposelessness was nowhere near getting reflected on their bright faces. Their aimless life had some beauty which I had missed totally. Living a minimalistic life wasn't depressing or sinking into complexity for them. Maybe I was missing to understand something in my life which those 20-year-old Israeli backpackers were living. The silence after the party was soaking inside me, revealing many hidden layers of unconscious thoughts. I would sit alone looking at the beautiful trees trying to find beauty in being aimless life. I guess I was too much in my brain to understand the ways of the heart.

Salli Was Introducing A Heartful Way Of Life To My Over-Thinking.