A Languid Getaway

I have had holidays that were relaxing but the holidays were not relaxed.

I plan each vacation meticulously and squeeze as many experience in a day as appear feasible. I have stayed at some exotic locales in these vacations: in a sprawling house on a hill overlooking the cerulean Mediterranean, in a house, every window of which opened to mesmerizing views of Hauraki gulf on  Waiheke Island, in an apartment that faced Pacific in Wellington. But I did not sit amid this surreal scenery drinking its beauty unhurriedly - I would leave soon after breakfast chasing my itinerary and drive back in the late evening; to begin another schedule of touring the next day.

I know people who go on holidays only to relax. They drive to the destination in a hired cab, stay put in the place for weeks, and hire another cab on return. I envy their poise, their equanimity, and their single-minded pursuit of a goal. But I am unable to follow their example. Perhaps, it is a restless nature. More prosaically stated, it must be my greed - a longing to extract maximum joys from the scanty holidays that I steal in a job.

I might just have had a short holiday last week, that revitalized; but languorously and unselfconsciously.

Here is the link to some pictures and a short write-up.

https://photos.app.goo.gl/inzD6C6nvw92fAZV7

Comments

  1. Devidutta PandaJanuary 3, 2026 at 10:03 AM

    Very well written piece with beautiful photographs. I could feel the fresh mountain air while reading the narrative.

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    1. n sethiJanuary 3, 2026 at 6:56 PM

      Idyllic surroundings brought to life!

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