As I sit here in the darkness of night and powerless tubelights, with the occasional street lamp lighting up my somnolent co-passengers…
I cannot but think back and wonder…
It was another bus ride on this once familiar route… A ride that changed forever a young unassuming kids destiny…
As I sit here, on the cusp of another life altering change… A decision taken, just as instinctively and a door that opened itself, just as surprisingly and unexpectedly…
I cannot but think back and wonder…
Thousands of miles, hundreds of people, tens of cities and the sheer intensity of life that has gone by…
As the reel rewinds and the story unfolds…
I cannot but think back and wonder…
The forced dumbness in a land whose tongue I did not know…
The warmth of friendship in the chillness of Himalayan winters…
The wonder in the eyes of an innocent soul as the rapid, unveiled those concrete bhemoths of gurgaon…
The heady intoxication that shattered a soul and the raging waves of meloncholy that almost drowned it…
The stillness of a sweet city that calmed the mind and healed the heart…
The sights of India, seen through a great man’s legacy that threw open the mind beyond my wildest imagination…
And now… I wonder… What lies ahead…
Well, I think back at the days past and say, “You will never know, will you… Till you dive in and find out…”
“But… The ocean is big and full of terrors”, a voice whispers…
“But then… So are you!”, another answers…
My Discovery of India 