I couldn’t go back home because the “strangers” or the people, who walked into my room and several others belonging to that group, were taking me to this famous place called arokpoliz. I hope I spelt that right. I couldn’t understand who these people were; were they tour guides but 40 tour guides for one person, me, was a bit too much. So were they my new friends that I had to interact with, but it seemed like these people knew who I was very well. Or were they people I actually knew but for some reason my brain couldn’t recognize them? I immediately shook that last thought off my brain. The last thing I needed to know now was that I had memory issues.
I started following the people up to the arokpoliz. This place was apparently one of the most touristy and famous places in Greece and honestly, I didn’t want to go in a place with mad and sweaty tourists. I wanted to sit at the temple of Zeus…. As this thought crossed my mind a cool, calm feeling swept over my body making me feel more relaxed than ever. The quiet time I had at the temple was one of the best feelings I’ve ever had; a feeling that makes me forget about all the frustrations in life. I kept walking up to the Acropolis, mad about the fact that I didn’t know where I was, who the people were and why I was experiencing all of this but still feeling nice and calm when I thought about the temple of Zeus. Panting, we finally reached the Acropolis. I saw the right spelling finally. The architectural piece was huge and beautiful. I wondered how much time and people it would’ve took to make this wonder. The Parthenon was Zeus’ daughter Athena’s temple and it is a part of the architectural remains of the Acropolis. The Parthenon was completely breath taking. I quietly went and sat on a rock not paying attention to the “snaps!” of camera shutters and excited whispers of the tourists. I closed my eyes for a brief moment. My life was sure a complete catastrophe right now and strange notes were controlling my life. I had no idea about anything or anyone; I was lost, alone and broken. But the feeling of being in Athens was so peaceful and beautiful. I felt lucky to be lost here. Everything fit in so well, fit in so well with me, fit in with my desire of travelling and exploring new wonders. Things were confusing and even though I was scared and annoyed on the outside, deep down, my heart was beating to tell me how much I loved this whole situation of being lost and discovering the amazing secrets the world holds. I felt that I was discovering myself too; I discovered my love and passion for travelling and reflecting on the beauty of the world while visiting an extremely old, ancient site. Even though things weren’t making sense around me, I knew that slowly, everything would be fine and sensible. I wasn’t feeling scared anymore, I wasn’t feeling lost, I knew everything was happening for a reason and whatever that reason was, it made me nervous at first but now I was feeling more confident about myself and my desire to explore the entire world and the entirety of Athens. As I reflected to myself, I felt something gently fall on my lap. Another note. This time, I smiled at the note rather than frowning. In the end, these notes brought me to Athens and introduced me to its beauty. These notes might be confusing but they sure were giving me all the happiness I wanted in the world and that was to travel and explore places as amazing as Athens.
Hello again. Seems like you’re enjoying Athens. I told you it wasn’t that bad. Good that you are finally realizing that being lost isn’t frustrating. Anyways, look up and see where Apollo is going, I can’t see him in the sky anymore. Also, I’ve run out of the funny acronyms you little, human’s use so I’ll end this note on a boring note.
Note on a note. Admit it; that was funny.
Alright, signing off,
-Zeus and his council.
I chuckled a little at the ridiculous joke. I never thought that the god of the skies would make such jokes. I looked up to see the darkness slowly swallowing the sun, or Apollo in. The dark clouds were enveloping the sky and the sunrays were slowly disappearing from the rocky grounds of the acropolis. The sunset seemed to swallow all my frustration and confusion too. It felt like a beginning of a new day. It seemed like finally, I was returning to my original self; a person who loves exploring, getting lost, meeting new people, reflecting and visiting ancient towns and cities. This was surely a gift for me, as I never would’ve imagined visiting Athens out of the blue. For the first time, in long, I thanked the mysterious note giver. “Thank you for giving me a chance to explore Athens and realize that I always wanted to get lost in the magnificence of this world.” I whispered and looked at the Parthenon. It stood there, old, peaceful and charming. A feeling of calmness rushed over my body and I smiled at the stupendous sight in front of me. “Thank you for being there, Parthenon. Thanks for sharing your beauty with the world and making people feel happy and relaxed.” I said and started walking back. I wasn’t scared to get lost and end up in another ancient sight again; I just wanted to explore every bit of Athens as I possibly could. As my footsteps dragged me down the Acropolis hill I realized a movement gentle as feather behind me. I kept walking but I wished I had stopped.
-Zeus and his council.
The night went pretty well. I chatted with people about the wonderful view from the Acropolis. I couldn’t believe that I felt comfortable talking to them; I felt like they were a lost part of me that I couldn’t recognize but deep down, I knew that I knew them very well. The conversations continued and the sight of the acropolis from the dinner table made me feel excited, happy, peaceful and even lucky to be in Athens. I couldn’t help but thank every moment I’ve been experiencing since this morning. From the temple of Zeus to the acropolis, every sight, each moment was a gift and I couldn’t help but appreciate it. And appreciate the note giver for giving me the opportunity to experience these moments.
I climbed on my bed to get a good night sleep. My entire day had been so splendid and incredible. I got frustrated and sad but in the end the sunset at the Acropolis and the gentle wind hitting my face at the temple of Zeus was worth every bit of sadness I experienced. I didn’t care anymore about the mysterious note giver; I wasn’t annoyed at him/her. I wanted to genuinely thank that god or human for giving me the opportunity to be in Athens and take in the wonders that it holds.
If my first day could be so amazing I thought, I wonder how every other day would be…more fun, exciting and intriguing. I slowly grinned to myself and my stupidity of not accepting the fact that getting lost is actually a part of life and one of the most memorable and awesome parts too. I was ready to explore Athens and learn as much as I could about it. With the note giver to provide me with help, I was sure that I wouldn’t feel annoyed anymore and that I’d enjoy every moment life offers me. Before my eyelids could close and I could fall into a deep slumber a note landed on my bed.
So many thank you’s. Really? You don’t have to be that thankful. It’s time I tell you something now. The answer you’ve been looking for all this time will be given to you. The muffled sounds will end and you’ll finally know what was or is going on-
I closed the note. Did I really want to know what was happening? Will knowing these things make everything better or will the things be worse if I know everything? All this time I was looking for an answer but even if I didn’t get it in the end, I felt happy and at peace. Should I or should I not read this note? With a million thoughts crossing my mind, both, telling me to open and not open the note I decided that I’d read the note, because, you know, it’ll be short and everything will be over, soon. Doesn’t matter what the outcomes are, good or bad, I’ll deal with that in the future. Taking a huge gulp, I opened the note. My palms were sweaty and even if the AC was on I was feeling warm as if I just came back from a run. The lights were off and the room was quiet as dead but I could hear my shaky breath and could see the corridor light peeping in through the bottom of the door. I opened the note and it made a “crunch!” sound. “Huh, Huh, Huh” my breaths went slow and quiet and my heart beat was so fast that I thought my heart would come out of my rib cage. What would happen? I thought and opened the note.
The first word that I read was “TGS” before I heard the bed shudder and I woke up heavily breathing, on my bed, in Athens, not knowing what had just happened. Looking around frantically, I sighed. It was just a dream. Everything was just a dream.
DISCLAIMER: Everyone, I am in Athens. I have been to all these places and every feeling is true here. Only the notes and me forgetting “who I was” and “where I was” were made up. I thought that I could blend in my experiences with a story because WHY NOT?
Thank you for reading and please leave comments below to let me know what you thought of the story!
(Psst…. I repeat I’m in Athens and I’ve been to all these places in REALITY. This is derived from a personal experience.)
Sincerely Your blogger,
Utkarsha (UV) 🙂