Crossroads

The time has come to leave for a new home, and yes, going to miss the rain, going to miss the green, heading for Delhi, have no concrete plans, no bulby ideas as such, pretty much floating in a cast away, got to get up on my feet, swallow the divine heat, and yeah, from moment to moment, to be love, to make new friends and family all the way, fail and succeed, get rejected, get valued, more adventures, more suffering, more life to a mystic bottle of sand grain shining.





Miss you! May you gain even more strength.