Snow lessons

I hail from south-west India, where it’s always warm and sultry and winter doesn’t exist.

The 2 odd decades I spent acclimatizing to my country and its weather definitely didn’t pay off last weekend. I spent it at a snowy hillside of Germany.

Sure snow fascinates me, but I’m not crazy about it. Yet. Most of the winter sports I allow myself to sample, are usually the result of my husband’s encouragement (his words)/ incessant nagging (my words). Also, I believe pushing myself out of my comfort zone is necessary. Even if I flop on my face and on my arse alternatively, every time I attempt to ride that blessed snowboard. It is fun too! Ouch!

So this weekend, I put myself into an inflated tube and got catapulted downhill through a steep snow way. My tube and I made dancing whirls until the bottom and even caught some airtime as we spun madly on slippery ice. I was then hooked up to a motorized lift which slowly pulled me up to the starting point. And repeat. Ten times.

In the few seconds it took to go from top to bottom and exercise my lungs (not a great idea as I ended up with a mouth full of snow); time seemed to go slow motion. It was as if the mountains decided I needed a lesson on life.

My playful ride taught me this:

  • You’re not always in control and sometimes the pace is terrifying. It’s also tons of fun if you can relax into it. If not, you shut your eyes and get through it.
  • However, shut your eyes too long and you miss the misty mountains, the snow-studded trees and the sheer majesty of life around you.
  • After the top, comes the bottom and then the top and so on. After every dip comes a lift. There’s always hope.
  • There’s always a beginning and an end. Multiple times. You might as well make the most of the journey(s).
  • When it’s cold and freezing outside and you can’t change it; make hay until the sun shines. I’m talking snow-fights, snow-angels and crazy rides in rubber tubes.

It’s insane how nature talks if you’re willing to listen. It knew that day I needed a lecture, because it had just taken someone I loved.

This one’s for you Charlie. See you on the other side.

My old first love

The rush of anticipation

When you come face to face

With your old first love

 Your hands know precisely

That familiar feel and tingle

Years apart mean nothing

The wind whips your hair

Your legs turn to wings

And you just feel home

Heart pounding you leap

And sink it right in

Sweet joy, oh what bliss!

My return to court

My first love

How I missed my sport

Dear old Basketball 💓

Wait a minute

What were you thinking?

-Nicola

I don’t want to grow old with you

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This elderly, 80-something couple tottering hand in hand down the graffiti filled streets of St Pauli and having the time of their lives!

It’s obvious they aren’t in the pink of health- their knees creak, their voices are tremulous and their aged bodies no longer spring with the raw juice of youth.

Nevertheless, their joy is palpable as they explore a new city, painted in the colours of the next generation.

They giggle as they try a lame-legged skip and clutch on to each other for support.

Watching them, brought to mind exactly what I don’t want to do with my life partner:

Honey, I don’t want to grow old with you.

Instead, I want to:

-trot the globe and eat my way across it with you by my side.

-unlearn all that no longer helps me, and learn all that does. For instance, perfecting a Bratwurst. I got your heart and I intend on keeping your stomach too.

-ferret and find happiness in the least likely places- surprise me and I’ll repay the favor 😉

-try a new sport as often as possible. Whether it’s dancesport or surfing, let’s never say never.

-savor the magnificence of countless sunsets (I would have said sunrises, but they’re just too early don’t you think?)

-be responsible for nurturing young lives- we can decide later whether it’s puppies or babies or both. No pressure.

-and most importantly, even when we are on the wiser side of 90, I want to stay young at heart and rock your world!

How to ask her the big “Will You…? “

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That being said, I must begin with a DISCLAIMER: Be warned, this may not work for you!

1. Revisit the place you had your first date/met for the first time.

An overnight Indian train in our case. Impossibly crowded and filled with people who want to fight you for a seat that is rightfully yours. Fight them tooth and nail for it. They and your girlfriend don’t know it yet, but it’s a matter of love or heartbreak.

2. Surprise her with something self made.

Out came a healthy dinner of home made egg and cheese sandwiches with tiny coconut cups filled to the brim with Irish cream from my best friend’s wedding, a week before.

3. Wait for some peace and privacy.

This turned out to be nearly impossible as our over-friendly co-passengers kept stealing glances or just openly staring at the curious mix of skins they saw next to them. It seemed unfathomable to them that one of their own (read: brown young Indian girl) should be hobnobbing with a white man. Scandalous!

4. The moment will never be right. Just do it.

Oh and make sure that girlfriend of yours, now with a happy tummy, doesn’t fall right off to sleep.
It might take a few hesitant coughs and spurts but you will get there, one way or the other. Augen zu und durch!- German for – Shut your eyes and go for it!

5. Set the scene.
My now sweating boyfriend (purely from the heat, mind you) gave me a short and sweet recap of the years we had together. Tip: Proposer, you will be super nervous, but please let your narration sound cheerful or she’ll think you’re breaking up with her.

6. Get down on one knee.

Yes, we love it!! By now, I was the one sweating. Out of my eyes. And right there on that night train, I made one of the biggest decisions of my life. In the affirmative.

7. Make sure she means her “Yes”

Take her Paragliding.
Just to make sure I was sure, my new fiancé had one big trick up his sleeve.
Off the train and into a Paraglider. He had to show me his extreme-sport-craving-side. We trained for three days to be able to fly solo at a beautiful place called Fly Nirvana. And Nirvana it was. Soaring over the heavens, conquering my fear of heights and falling even more in love with this boy of mine.
I accepted and celebrated him for who he is. His kind of crazy definitely resonates with mine.

I highly recommend that you http://www.flynirvana.com

And if you have similar experiences to share, I’m all ears. Err.. eyes. 😉

Let yourself love and let yourself fly, both will give you butterflies.