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..