lessons..

I guess u r never really prepared for tough times. And when they do come down upon you, you just have that zest to try n try n break it.. but now when I look at it from a distance, I get this funny feeling.. That I wasn't choosing the right battles.

These are lessons they should teach us in school ..

Choose ur battles

U really are on ur own

The world isn't a classroom .. It's an exam centre

And if u really need an answer .. U need to know what the right question is..

These are the lessons they shouldve taught us ..

But like I read somewhere
"The winds may be rough, But I'll be fine.. For I am learning to sail my boat"

travel on notes ..

Don't u just love songs :) especially when they have the ability to transport you right back to that moment when u first heard it .. U begin to see those sights, sense the place, its smells, feel the way u felt that moment u heard the song for the very first time .. And ur heart feels closer to that lone friend who shared it with u ... Forever connected by the songs that'll only be urs ..

Don't u just love them :)

Old places have a way of taking you back in time
And when walked down with those who played a part
Every sight runs a parallel film in your head
And each moment tugs your heart

Moving on..

Does moving out of a place make such a big difference?!

I never did belong to any ‘one’ place.. yet…. There is a strange pull in my heart when I think of the moment I’d say goodbye.. is it the city with all its intricacies, be it the peep into history or the brush with the most modern in the country.. or the strange mix of culture.. and its interesting foods .. and the impact that all this has made on me.. is it the fact that I actually started out on my yearning to travel from here.. and there is still so much left to see..

Is it the magic of the Himalayas that I will miss when I go far from here..

Is it the people who crossed my path .. and took me with them through a journey I had never anticipated .. people I pray are more than just random co-travellers I was meant to just bump into..

I came to this city with no expectations, but the hope of travel.. and here am .. one year hence.. leaving it .. feeling a pinch.. like it were always a part of me.. like what I found here .. had glimpses of what I’d been looking for.

I guess there are no permanent goodbyes..