Vania's World

It's a couple month. Running a year since I finished my own writing. Time pass by with a lot of talk, but I don't. Like standing besides the cliff, with a hundred sheer of stone. No words can came out from the lips. It's locked. But my mind still working. They work together with a heart. 10.57 I finished with my pen. closing a tinny book while sitting in the corner of the airport. waiting for my next flight. Is always another adventure begin from this place. A man who standing in front of me getting his own backpack too. We didn't know each other. but I guess we have the same route. Gate H is 5 meter from this chair. More than hundred, including me start to make a line. I keep the boarding pass tight, between the green passport. It's Indonesian, my country sign. I'm looking around. Judging everyone by their expression. I guess not everyone in this place right now are happy for doing this journey. Some are travel happily, some other maybe wi...

Should woman do travel? I'll be easy to say that I SHOULD ! But why? you just a woman, is that important to travel the world? You just finally end as a mother and take care of your family, don't you? Is not a wrong question I guess, but in other hand I've a good answer for it. " Yes, finally I'll be end as a mother, a wife, BUT mother who has a lot of experiences to share, a lot of friends to have, a lot of memories that can stick on my mind for my entire life, a lot of language to know, and a lot of places that I've been visited. Don't you think it'll be more fun? " As a woman, also a muslim, I really greatful to have this bravery feeling to travel around the world. and of course I do having my wonderful and amazing mother. Let's ask to our mom, did she didn't even worry having a little girl in their life. Also we know of course, it's not that easy to carry us as their little lovely daughter in this modern life. But h...

06.20 As usual routine, I cross the street with my little sister. Bring her to the junior high school every weekdays. My black motorbike are running trough this memorable place. No, not about the street I guess, but something beside it. I put my eyes peeping into a tree. A tree? yes, a tree. with yellow leaves, an old branch that going to die, maybe. Just one tree. Why it's look so different? "In our town is autumn too, not only yours right there" he said. "How could be possible? We don't have any that season I guess" "You don't believe me? Just wait, if I cross that street again tomorrow, I'll let you know. I'm not lying at all". He put a smile emoticon after the text. But it's a bit weird, I smile trough his words. And now I smile again, after 5 years pass by. Only by watching that tree. even though in different street, different city like yours. What's wrong with me? Did I still miss you? I wipe that stupid things. Th...