I have often tried to stop my mind from thinking too many things. The worst part of growing up is you start thinking and stressing about things that are miniscule. Miniscule? Yes.

This year has been a battle ground. Most frustrating and yet the most challenging part of any new happening is the planning phase. It tests your patience. I have been in limbo in this stage for this entire year. It has made me cranky, grumpy and has helped me prove the fact that Librans oscillate between the two sides of the scales (read: mood swings).

After more than a year of battling, it was decided that a camping trip shall be taken during the Labour Weekend. It was taken. It was relished. It was needed.

Conscious decision of not taking iPhone or iPad was the hot pink ribbon on top. The trip was devoid of any pressure to come up with charming 140 characters to woo the audience that existed in a cyber-reality or to avoid making a mandatory comment on a friend’s facebook album.

Camping was done at the usual favourite spot. Next to a river overlooking beautiful falls. Sea gulls and ducks gave their lovely company. A beautiful goose became a friend. There was this brief moment when I was sitting on a $10 camping chair (quite a bargain eh) looking at the falls. There was a blankness surrounding me. It gave me assurance and comforted my mind. For a minute it made me realize this is it. My mind was not cluttered or chaos’d anymore. It made me not chase too many god damn ideas. It became evident that my desires and wants were in a redundant turmoil. What I wanted was there at that very moment. Mind had attained nirvana. iPod played Iktara. The moment froze. I got lost in it.

I managed to do it. I had managed to stop my mind from thinking too many things. I had a blank mind.

I took a tiny vacation with myself. Within me.