Champaner Pavagadh | Sunday With You

by Sukma

It's Sunday, after last month we spent time together in Indonesia trip, today my Asif bring me to heritage place not so far from home.
He only said that Champaner is place where old masjid built there, heritage place on hills.
Morning we went after I prepared our breakfast and lunch box with some biscuits.

Way to Champaner not so bad, maybe because morning we left house, still fresh around and it's winter.
We passed villages and farms, maybe people will say nothing interesting to see around, villages with old building and farm not so green.
But again I say yes look not green like my country or other places but I can see from other side, it's exotic India.

Reached Champaner, finally I got ticket same price with my Asif, not pay as tourist anymore.
Yes, it's my country too, I dont feel I'm living in another country now, feel like home...

Champaner area I heard from my Asif, it's heritage area, not only old masjid there but temples too. As history teacher he told me a lil bit story about Pavagadh area. Where an important Hindu shrine in the region, Kalika Mata temple, then after that Muslim culture came.
Around end of 15th century that transition from Hindu to Islam culture and architecture in that area, before Mughal era.

But we only visit masjid there as we both are muslim, maybe later we will visit again and explore more about that area.
That masjid was built in Sultan Mahmud Begadah era.

First we visited Sahar Ki masjid.
I really like that architecture masjid, even goverment dont care so much to take care that site still can't hide how great and beautiful that masjid.
We took some pictures there, it was good place with great architecture.

When we wanted to take picture ouside then guard saw us use tripod. It was so weird, how can they dont allow tripod but alow camera and monopod. Really stupid...what's the problem with tripod :D
Mood off suddenly then we decided to move to another masjid.

Jama masjid, it was biggest.
We stopped at back side of building, and open our lunch box.
Yes I prepared chicken sandwich and boiled eggs, some biscuits and water too
We enjoyed our lunch. My Asif addicted to my food (his friends too...they taste his lunch box's food at work)
It's first trip that I prepared food and didn't buy food outside. It was far better and the best food for our India trip

After lunch we started to take pictures and saw around. My Asif busy with his tripod and me ? of course busy with my monopod.
He took some good pictures, and our pictures too...easy use tripod.

Moved to big masjid we still use tripod for pictures.
Surprised me, I found place for female do salah or pray or namaz. As I knew here female cant go to masjid (again...weird India).

After we took pictures around masjid we moved to outdoor.
It was trees and flowers...and flowers fell on the ground. Look beautiful and of course good place to take picture again.
Unfortunetaly, again guard saw us use tripod. This time my Asif took time so long to "scold" them because of weird regulation.
Still can't understand, allow camera, phone camera, monopod, but no tripod ?
It's India, so many "weird" things we can find !

Still we can take some pictures after, even without tripod.
Then left Jama masjid.

Went to 7 arches before go home. That's part of big fort on hills. Not much we can see because almost all ruin and look no one take care that site. But still i can see it was great building and great wall ?

Not so long we stay in 7 arches, 15 minutes more or less then we back to Bharuch



A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller

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Getting Younger

by Sukma

It was my birthday.
00.00 My Asif called me after almost a day he away from me.

Eh... He sang birthday song for me !
Surprised.
He never sing before...even I asked him to sing for me.
Always say can't sing.

Yes I told many times that He is romantic man but never think he will sing for me.
Happy, of course
...and touched.

Bithday...I'm getting younger, as I'm...will be forever young.
Age is just a state of mind, and you are as old as you think you are.
And I think I'm 17 years old right now *giggles

This year, I have chance to start new life.
Everything that I dream, just began fullfilled one by one.

Like lyric song on this blog...he really the answer to prayers from up above
From this moment...

I got birthday gift..It's greatest gift
...unconditional love and acceptance

All his family sent me birthday wish.
...touched.
And my sister Afni came too, surprised me
She living in other city 2 hours from Semarang.
She came with birthday cake, then we went out to eat ice cream.
Papa only sent me sms in english...

I only can say...
Alhamdulillah
It wasn't birthday only but happy day, great day, love day as some people that I love shower me with their love, wish, and prayers.


I don't get older, I get better

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Happy Islamic New Year 1437 | A Thousand Years More With You

by Sukma

Today is day before Islamic New Year, yes tomorrow will be first month  in lunar islamic calendar.
Here I'm...
Stay in my room with Oreo after some argue with my Asif.
We both like Yin Yang, dont know who Yin who Yang, but always we can be "not same" even we are similar.

Stubborn yes we are

Emo yes we are

But I dont know how can... when I emo he can sooo sabar (patient in Indonesia lang),  there... all know that he never have sabar.

It's love

Sure we know and believe that.

I dont go anywhere anymore, just remember last year 1 day before Islamic New year I went with my good friend and some friends from backpacker Indonesia community to Mount Dieng, Abode of the Gods.
People say that Gods place after Himalaya. I was think, that after... I must visit Himalaya too.
...and
Fullfilled last May.

Without sleep I went to Dieng, it was his fault !
We talked until morning, and he asked me with weird method.
It wasnt romantic at all, but later he changed become most romantic man in universe.

Yes all started since 1 day before Islamic New Year, a year ago...
Use lunar calendar, our relationship now 1 year already.

Anniversary ?

...for real
28 days to go...

cause I know there is strength
in the differences between us
and I know there is comfort
where we overlap

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Finally, Counting Days

by Sukma

After 10 months our relationship, without any commitment because my Asif worried about tradition, family, society, and other things there that might be againts our love.

We cant hold anymore, want to fight for what we want, our dream.
Live our dream.
We are as we are.

Long ago i gave him this...

On Children - Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.


You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

No worry.

They are nice persons, great family.

They allow us.

...days

counting

to be together...

~marriage~

A marriage is not a noun
...it’s a verb
It isn’t something you get
It’s the way you love your partner everyday

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India, I Will Be Back

by Sukma

Morning.
This day... my schedule to fly back to Indonesia.
Gloomy.
We didn't talk much, but I can see sadness in his eyes.

Understand.
Because I feel the same.

Check out from hotel and just spent time at McD near hotel.
Yes we joked
Yes we laughed.
But It can't hide what our real feeling that time.

I know I will miss his hand that always hold me wherever we go.
His eyes with full of stars inside that always see me
...with love
Time to go...
I held so many feeling.
I knew we will meet again but still it's so hard.
4-5 months will be feels like 5000 years
It's not joke...but I'm sure, it will feel like that.

Afni said, cry if you want to cry.
It will make you feel better.
But I didn't.
I just walked...waited...then fly to Colombo.

On plane I can't anymore.
Phsycosomatic.
My health drop suddenly.
Afni gave me medicine, hope can make me feel better or at least sleep.
It didn't work
I just slept maybe an hour.

Colombo.
We didnt take our hotel transit.
Waited 9 hours there with wifi from executive lounge.
Nothing much can do.

Morning we saw so many Indonesian people there.
They came from Jeddah and some places in Arab where many Indonesian work there.
And jama'ah umroh too.
Feels like home...

Fly again.
I knew he still drive to go home.

Then Jakarta.
I didn't take flight because want to try train. I never use this train for long trip.
Always flight.
Then I wanted to try, because lazy to wait evening flight to Semarang.
I thought it will same time to get Semarang.

I was wrong.
It was accident, another train then all so bad.
Delay for 7 hours.
Got Semarang morning.
More than 24 hours from Delhi to Semarang because of that accident.

Home now.
I miss him already...

Like you're trying to fight gravity on a planet that insists
that love is like falling
and falling is like this

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Never Say Goodbye

by Asif

Hot summer and it's Delhi...
After left Fatehpur Sikri back to Delhi again....
Last day of our India trip, Of course sad. Sad like a leaf break off stalk. We went to Red Fort. It was really hot. Went inside the fort and sat there like Mughal royal. It was unbearable hot so I told Sukma to cancel to visit other places like Qutb Minar etc. We went at New Delhi and took hotel. Then try to sleep but couldn't because sad. It was hard night.... dark night...

The next morning we were silent because both of us too sad. Just few hours remaining for disconnection. Still few hours remained for flight. Sukma was sat beside me in McDonalds but I was watched her to go, I was watched the days of loneliness. The heart was nervous because of from the moment and I saw she was the frightened fear.

Because of unbearable heat and previous day experience I had cancelled to go Nizamuddin Auliya and Tomb of Humayun. I was really wanted to meet Nizamuddin. We sat at same McD where we took our first breakfast together. I knew it wasn't last. We talked about many things, especially talked about me (I had problem of inner-peace before). I was often watched traffic of Delhi to hold my emotion. Time was running.. and it was almost 2:00 PM then I asked to go airport. We reached the airport where I picked her and now time to leave, Of course hard. Many times my heart told her "don't go..." but I knew she had to go, and I was watched days of loneliness.

We sat at airport it was few minutes... I hug her and held my emotions. I promised to Sukma and Afni to go in October or November (holiday) and inshaallah I'll fulfill my promise. Just few seconds and few steps then longgggggg separation. Hard... really hard. I knew she was held her emotions, almost she cried. But I tried to hold and make her strong. Now hug again and she left toward the gate... I was still there to watch her... we didn't say bye... Her eyes were wet and I turned and seeing as they went.... It was lights off in dark night..and remained dark only.

No bye ... saying bye kills the hope of meeting again ... who knows we will meet again....soon...

   

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Hot Summer In Delhi With Dark Cloud

by Sukma

Morning Fatehpur Sikri.
Hungry so much, then must breakfast before we go back to Delhi.
It's small hotel, nothing much we can choose to eat.
Boiled eggs, pancake, and Afni choosed French Toast.

But we got all weird, pancake become omelette, and toast become omelette with small toast inside.
Laughed.
Still we ate because we need that.

Drive back to Delhi.
Stopped at Bharatpur market, we bought mango and banana.
Still Indonesia mango and banana better (IMO).

Way to Delhi from Fatehpur Sikri, I felt like passed ancient cities.
Road not so good, and too hot outside.
Lucky me, when I looked to someone beside me... It was make me "cool"

Around 3 hours after, we got Delhi.
Again visited Red Fort.
Red Fort Delhi, what I like from this place is the Lahore Gate, the main entrance, leading to a domed shopping area known as the Chatta Chowk (covered bazaar).
We didn't have time to go shopping, so I was think better Afni buy something in Chatta Chowk for our friends in Indonesia.

Because It was my second time visited Red Fort so I still remember every detail of place more than my Asif.
He was stubborn said something about place, and I said different. Then I was right.
My Asif asked how can I knew that detail.
Huh...he forgot that I went there last year. And he visited two years ago. Of course different.

Hot summer make Red Fort less beautiful. Grass not all green but yellow. It was different condition than last year. Or maybe India goverment didn't care so much about this place.

We decided to stopped walk and just sit on grass.
It was too hot and tired after trip from Fatehpur Sikri. We didn't lunch yet, and Red Fort area around 254 ha.

After enough rest on grass we walked again, because need to show to Afni.
I regret used that flat shoes. Bothered my feet and hurt. I wished I can get flipflop that time.
But cant find at Chatta Chowk.

Afni choosed souvenirs from there. My Asif choosed bangles for me. I love it sooo much. He choosed 2 bangles and how can He knew that good on me or that my style.
He really know me so well.

Feet hurt, didnt feel comfortable.
He was so gentle, walked slowly beside me, knew that I cant walk fast because my feet hurt.

Use ricksaw to parking area to get car.
Then continue to get hotel. It was same area with first night in Delhi.
And I remembered that area. I bought noodle, Korean food around there with my friend Lika last year.

After choosed hotel (it was better than first hotel), we went to lunch at McD.
I never like India McD bun, even last year and now try again, subway and KFC was much better.

Back to hotel, and just rest.
Prepared fly back to Indonesia.
Even many times he asked "dont go".
Hot outside...but clouds around us...gloomy


Sad...

I love when we are talking and being able to tell when you're smiling, it makes me smile. And when I know your smiling because of me, it makes my whole world brighter.

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